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JESSICA’S ABDUCTION
Chapter Four
The morning light shinning in thru the dark, drawn drapes reflects off the mirror on the far wall, spreads across the bed. Jessica squirms, turns on her side, the chain rattles, jerks between the headboard and her neck collar, awakens her.
Naked, her braided hair matted, she feels the soiled sheets clinging to her bare flesh. Twisting over onto her back she glances down across her chest, stomach, thighs, inspects the remnants of the past twenty four hours.
The welts, bruises aren’t nearly as visible as she would have expected. Her left nipple aches, its stud smeared with the stain of her blood. Sliding her fingers across her other nipple then down across her clit, both are tender but those studs’ aren’t really that painful. She glances quickly around, her heart seems to skip a beat as she realizes this is the first time she’s actually touched them. Her indoctrination is having its effect; she remembers she’s forbidden to touch herself!
The bedroom door opens, two young women, dressed identical in short white smocks, one with tied back, brown hair, the other with tied back, auburn, enter, walk toward the bed. Setting upright, Jessica reflexively flicks the edge of the sheet across her legs, waist, tugging it upwards till it stretches just below her breasts. She quickly realizes they’re the one’s who bathed, prepared her yesterday. The brown haired women reaches toward the headboard, unlocks the chain, the other grips Jessica’s right hand, slides the rumpled sheet from it, continues to hold her hand.
“What… What you doing?” Jessica blurts as she glances from one to the other, even as she realizes she sounds almost foolish.
The brown haired woman pulls, tugs sharply at the chain, jerking Jessica’s neck, leans toward her.
Staring straight into her eyes, for the first time, Jessica hears her voice.
“Master has instructed you… I know it… We know it.” She states matter of factly as she also nods toward her assistant. “That’s a demerit… You’re first for the day… Speak again and you’ll get another one… They add up quickly.”
Turning, tugging the chain, she practically pulls Jessica from the bed, forces her to stand, as the other woman reaches around, grabs Jessica’s left wrist, twists both hands up from behind, quickly shackles them to the collar.
“Ouch! Ahhh!” Jessica grunts, her breasts thrusting outward, swaying, the gold studs jiggling from her already puckering nipples. “That hurts!”
“That’s also two!… Want to keep counting?… Open that mouth again!” The woman, again in a calm, almost unconcerned manner states as she steps toward the door, stretches the chain.
Sensing a hand sliding across the small of her back, a finger sliding between the crack of her butt cheeks, the tip pressing against the rim of her anus, Jessica jerks, tiptoes, turns her head to see the auburn haired woman giving her an evil smirk. Again the chain tugs at her collar as she practically stumbles thru the doorway.
He sits in the swiveling chair behind his desk, again dressed in all black, in his special room, watching the monitors on the wall. Every action is covered live, videotaped as it plays across the screens. Cameras cover everything, everywhere in the chateau, several to a room. He’s been watching Jessica since well before he remoted the curtain to slightly part, just enough to allow in the morning sunshine. He enjoyed the close-ups of her laying there naked, sleeping on the rumpled covers, sheets they’d had their heated sex on the night before. He especially enjoyed the moment she realized she was caressing herself, her startled look was priceless. She will pay the price for that.
Glancing at another monitor he irritatingly flicks them all off, his annoying client has arrived, and is already being escorted from the foyer. When he left yesterday he hoped he wouldn’t be bothered by him again, then decided to solve the problem once and for all. After his final session with Jessica last night he contacted him and invited him back to discuss his purchase of her.
The door opens; the miscreant enters alone, the door shutting behind him.
“Money talks… Huh… You Americans!” He scoffs as he walks in, sets in a chair across from the desk. Smiling that disgusting grin, he leans back in the chair while feeling the firm handles.
“I thought about it.” The man in black states. “Made the decision…But… Tell me… I’m curious… What happens when you tire of her?… I get to purchase her back if I want?”
“Ha… You probably wouldn’t want that bitch back when I’m done with her!… I figure a few months… Maybe even a year, as good as she looks now… Then she won’t even make a good fuck-whore!”
“What… The old skewers… Branding irons… Body Mutilations? The man in black asks, in his typical monotone, even keeled voice as he stares him straight in the eyes without an ounce of emotion.
“Hey… Like I said… It’s great to have money!” The Far Easterner smirks. “I can throw it around anyway I want… And between you and me… There’s nothing like taking an American cunt… An especially beautiful American slut like her and doing everything imaginable to her… Then some!… Hell… I’ll make my money back many times over… Then buy another one… Hah… Maybe from you even… Mr. American who also likes to make lots of money!”
Flicking the monitors back on, he points at the screen with one hand while motioning him to lean closer with the other. “See that… They’re giving her a bath as we speak.”
Leaning over the desk, the man’s eyes widen. “Yes.. Yes… You’re just trying to raise the price on me… Aren’t you… You dirty dog! He grins, smirks as he glances even closer at the site of the two women, now also naked, in the process of sponging Jessica’s breasts and thighs with thick soapy sponges as she stands with her wrists behind her neck under duel shower heads spewing out steaming sprays of water in an oversized shower stall. “Yes… Oh yes… Mr. American entrepreneur who sells women to men like me!… Those titties will make great trophies for my private collection when I’m done with the rest of her!… Hee!… Hee!… Hee!… Then… I promise… Then maybe I sell her back to you … Cheap… Real cheap!… How you like that?”
Standing and stepping around the desk to beside the chair, the man in black taps him on the shoulder. “Stand up!”
“Wha… What?… Dramatics?… What’s the matter?” He scolds as he stands, turns.. “Can’t take the truth?” I heard you don’t like your women to be mistreated!... Hah!… Your problem is you’re soft!… You know me… Who I am…You’re not an American tough guy!… Be careful… Or maybe I take the bitch from you for nothing!”
“Look down at the floor… Look around the room… What do you see? Really… Look real close… What do you see?
“What’s this… A game.” He answers, again with disdain. “Let’s see… Okay … I see the monitors…Those girls with big titties… Maybe I take them all when we’re done!” He smirks.
“Forget the monitors!… What do you see?” Again the same monotone voice, like talking to a child.
“Okay…This game’s getting boring… I see the chairs… The table… Why? He answers. “So what?…I’m looking down, okay? Agggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!… Aggghhhhhh!!!” Guttural screams echo off the concrete walls, ceiling, the floor as he goes numb from his neck down, his body limp in the man in black’s muscular arms.
“So what?… So what????” The man in black standing behind him, hanging on in a chock hold continues. “Did you think I’d really sell her to you… You sorry Bastard!… I’m snapping your neck… You piece of shit!… That’s so what!… “Thud!” Then, silence.
The man in black takes a step back, wipes his hands on his silk shirt, glances at the monitor where Jessica’s just beginning to be rinsed off.
He smiles, steps around the table, walks toward the monitor, disregards the man slumping on the floor, unconscious. Watching the auburn haired submissive smoothing the shaving cream across Jessica’s pubic area, swirling, massaging, caressing the glistening flesh while the other submissive pours body lotion across those firm breasts, squeeze, meld, manipulating both thrust out, ripe melons, he feels the stirring deep inside.
He’s irritated as he glances back toward the slumped man, he’ll have to wait to begin Jessica’s session for awhile. He really wants to revive this asshole, put him through a little of what the bastard likes to do to women, then finish him off! Damn!
Stepping back around the unconscious man, he stands above him, beside the desk looking down at the unconscious face. “Damn!” He calmly blurts to no one in particular. “Damn!” He again glances at the monitor, at Jessica being toweled. He reaches down, cuffs both the man’s ears in his palms. Looking down toward him, he presses his hands together, looks again at the monitor, thinks of climbing on her again tonight, feeling her incredible body pressing against his, feeling his cock sliding in her warm, moist glove tight slit. Kissing her, caressing her, making love to her. “Damn!“ He grips the man’s head, tugs it up toward his waist, twists, jerks, to the left.
“Crack!” That familiar sound of a neck snapping. “Damn!” Again almost a whisper from the man in black. The breathing stops, no more pulsing heart as the man slumps across the floor. Looking back up at the monitor, Jessica’s being led naked, back to her bedroom, he feels his shaft already getting hard. Damn she looks hot, he thinks to himself as he steps over the body.
End Part Four
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