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JESSICA’S ABDUCTION
Chapter Five
Tapping the button on the wall to the left of the row of monitors, he glances back toward the limp body as the door slides open to the concealed lavatory.
Again glancing toward the monitors, he observes Jessica being led toward her bedroom, by the submissives. Glancing toward the next monitor, he recognizes Hill, his chief of security, transfixed, watching the security monitors at the desk in the foyer, obviously focused on Jessica being led down the hallway. He smiles.
Turning from the monitors, flipping another switch on the wall he speaks into the intercom. “Hill!… Hill you there?” He asks in an almost jovial tone. Watching the monitor he notices Hill remaining engrossed with his monitors. “Hill… Damn it… I know you’re there!” He grins, adds. “I’m looking right at you… You asshole!… Get up here… I need you to take some trash out for me.”
With a grin, he strips, steps into the oversized shower stall, flips the handle all the way to the left. Four streams of steaming water converge down from the showerheads encircling him. Closing his eyes, tilting his head back, he softly hums to the tune of the theme song to “M.A.S.H.” letting the water sooth his bare flesh as the water descending down the shower drain.
A few brief minutes, he hears the door opening, closing in his office. Stepping from the shower, grabbing a couple towels, flipping the shower handle, he steps back into the office as the jets of water quickly become a trickle.
“Hill… You know you’re going to go blind watching that shit on those monitors!… Don’t you!” He jokes as he glances, nods toward the screen, at Jessica’s being positioned on her knees, on the bed in her room, by the submissives. “She’s hot huh?” He jokes as he wipes his arms, chest with the towels.
“Yeh!……. Wha!!… What the fuck!!” Hill’s grin suddenly turns to a kind of shock as he sees the dead guy “Jesus H Christ boss!… What the…!”
“Oh… Oh… That?… That’s the fucking garbage.” He intervenes. “Do me a favor… Okay?” “You know I’d clean it up myself.” Continuing to quickly dry himself off, he adds. “ But… Shit… You’ve been watching Jessica on the monitors… Look at her… All naked and shit!” He adds with a grin, seeming oblivious to the carnage he’s left while Hill stares wide eyed at the obvious corpse. “Well… Fuck… Hill… I’ve been watching her too… And Damn it to Hell… I’ve got this hard on!” Raising his hands, spreading his arms apart, looking down toward his crotch he adds. “I really need to pay her a visit!… You know… Like… Right now!”
Glancing back and forth, appearing somewhat dumbfounded, Hill stutters. “Ye… Yeh… Okay… I… I mean!” Slowly shaking his head, he adds. “I mean… Fuck!… He was only up here a couple minutes!… Wha…The”
“Yeh… I know!” Again he butts in, shaking his head. “Pissed me off!… But shit… He did last night too… You know… And Damn it!… I let that slide!… What the fuck’d he expect?… Huh?”
“Well… Yeh… Right boss… I mean… That’s cool!… You’re right… I mean… As usual!” Hill stammers as he still stares toward the limp body on the floor. Seeing the man’s head twisted practically backwards, he adds. “I… I meant…He… He’s pretty fucked up for only being here a cou… A few minutes!… You know?”
“Yeh!” He answers almost sheepishly. “Sorry to leave you this mess… You Okay with it?” Again a kind of grin on his face. “I’d really like to go… Give her a quick discipline session… Before I fuck her… Now!… You know what I mean? … And… And tell you what… I only need one of those other two girls later… You can have the other one for the rest of the night when you’re done here!… How’s that?… That Okay?
Still glancing back and forth, Hill slowly shakes his head up and down, just a hint of a slight grin himself, answers. “Yeh… Okay… I mean… For… For the whole shift?… Damn!… Sure!… Thanks!… Sure… You know I’ll… I’ll… Handle this here boss!”
Tossing the towels toward Hill, he turns, starts for the door, stops, picks up a slim, black leather eye mask on the shelf by the monitors, starts adjusting it over his face, adds. “Ohh…Use the incinerator… You know… The clothes… Him…You know… Everything there… And… Hell, you know what to do… Okay?”
“Yeh!… Yeh boss… I’ll handle it.” Hill answers, still shaking his head as he looks toward the monitor. Okay?… Okay!… Go on… I’ll get with you later!”
“That’s my man! He answers, again in a jovial tone as he steps out the doorway, turns. “And… by the way… The monitors will be off in the bedroom… Don’t want you going altogether blind!”
Shutting the door, he heads toward the stairway, the private stairway to the master suites. He feels his erection swaying as he climbs the stairs, approaches the door to Jessica’s bedroom.
Standing there, totally naked, back to the wall, next to the door, in her trained stance, is his auburn haired submissive, Amy.
“Give me ten minutes… Then enter!” He nonchalantly orders. “Understand?”
“Yes Sir.” She instantly answers, still rigid against the wall. Hesitating momentarily, taking a breath, he turns the knob, slips the door open, glances toward his submissive, grins, nods, and enters, shutting the door behind him.
Turning toward the oversized bed, he sees Jessica kneeling on the clean, fresh bedding, facing away, close to the window. A bright light illuminates down off the ceiling, directly above her, casting shadows of her outstretched form across the mattress beneath her.
Again he hesitates, just observes, for the moment, soaks in the delicious view. Her glistening body’s arched, spreadeagled, her knees spread on the bed so wide, the gapping, puffy folds of her labia lips practically scrape the sheets. Fingers interlocked behind her neck, wrists cuffed to the collar under her freshly woven braid of hair, her elbows spread, in what must be a painful position for her, apart and back. Her firm globes sway toward her sides, large enough that the rounded, outer curves peek out from either side of her straining back. His erection just got harder.
Stepping around the foot of the bed, he catches a glimpse of her silhouette from the side. Her butt pushed back, her flat stomach hallowed, her incredible breasts thrust out so firmly that the glistening gold studs in her nipples point upward. He thinks to himself, her serpentine posture’s not only erotic, but exotic as well.
Staring straight ahead, a tear drips down off her chin, mixing with salvia drooling from the corners of her lips, collects between those fantastic melons. Black chocker-collar raises from her breastbone to the bottom of her chin, with a short black riding crop planted horizontally, firmly between her teeth. Her ruby red lips are clamped tightly down across the leather handle quivering in her mouth as her arched body ever so noticeably spasms, glistens, already perspiring from the light shinning in from the still morning sunlight, mixed with the hot incandescent rays from the ceiling fixture illuminating the entire bed. Remaining stationary, she humiliatingly stares out the window, as she’d been instructed, not to move a muscle from this position, to await his arrival.
Glancing out the large, multi pane garden window, he notices the grounds caretaker and a couple of his helpers on the lawn, huddled together just far enough away to be able to get an unobstructed view into the room. Obviously Jessica’s been a pleasant distraction for them, completely sprawled out for them, naked, unflinching, starring back.
Seeing his outline, they quickly turn; appear to get back to their work. He smiles, closing the drapes behind him. Turning, he faces her directly, looks her straight into her big brown, beautiful eyes, the tears streaking down her cheeks, her face reddening, blushing. Her eyes instantly lower, her chin remaining straight out, up from the chocker-collar. Still smiling, he turns and peeks once again between the curtains, the caretaker nods, smiles back, showing his appreciation.
Considering himself generous, he enjoys giving some of the help a pleasant bonus now and then as he turns back, glances downward between Jessica’s spread thighs. He can’t help observing her stuffed vagina, the yellowish, rolled script of parchment, it’s diameter, roughly of a good cigar’s neatly tucked well up into her spread slit, barely an inch or so exposed, spreading apart from her gapping cuntlips.
“What’s this Jessica?” A love note for me?… Or has Bill Clinton been here?!!” He sarcastically asks with a wry grin while stepping in front of her, reaching down between her thighs, toward the paper.
Her face still flushing, she feels its warmth, the humiliation. She instinctively shivers, trembles as his finger, thumb, ever so gently, scrape across the clit stud, softly, carefully, slowly drags the parchment from between her moist flesh. Her hips twitch, as the rolled paper, no longer crisp, but now with a damp texture’s dragged outward as it unravels. She’s certain she can feel the walls of her vaginal canal reverberating, her clit quivering. The crop between her clenched teeth jiggles, sways, its tip brushing against the gold stud in her right nipple.
Sliding out three, four, finally a good five inches, the damp roll of paper spreads apart as it finally slips from between her stretched cuntlips. Again he smiles as he watches her body give a tingling little shiver as the clit ring seems to pucker up between her glistening flesh.
Unrolling the paper, he already knows its meaning. Smiling, he reads the short message inscribed on it, hand written. He looks at Jessica, shakes his head slowly back and forth. “Demerits… This morning?… Already?” He nods. “Shame on you!… Someone wants you disciplined!”
Reaching toward her chin, he slips the crop from between her aching jaws, slides the end of the rolled paper back and forth, across her trembling lips. “Tell you what!… Chew it… Swallow it… All of it… And I might not punish these tits!… Your pussy either!… Hell… I might reward you with a pleasant surprise!” He states, in his obvious monotone voice, knowing he’s going to be fucking her soon. “Here!… take it.”
“Oh!… Yes!…… Yes Sir!!” She unhesitatingly answers, sounding almost thankful.
Parting her lips, feeling the sticky parchment pressing against, sliding across her tongue, scrapping the roof of her mouth, she tastes what she realizes is the bitter sweet juices of her moist vagina. She finally realizes this is what had been slid up her slit after she was positioned on the bed. Chewing, sucking, gripping the paper between her teeth, strangely, she begins to feel a sense of excitement.
Stepping back a step, he stands in front of her, watches, silently on the outside, excited like a rutting high school kid on the inside. The crop lowers, sways in his right hand. Sliding its tip upward, across her spread labia lips, flicking their folds gently back and forth, he catches a glimpse of the flickering gleam of her clit stud. Resting his left hand across the upper, outer curve of her right breast, his fingers meld, caresses her soft flesh as his thumb softly, gently flicks that gold stud in her shriveling nipple.
Her eyes, becoming hazed, cloudy, drift downward, catches his massive manhood, seeming to harden, swell, even as she watches. Saliva spews from the corners of her lips, drips off her chin, streaks across her swaying breasts as she chews, swallows. She feels her other nipple tingling from his touch, then the edge of the crop parting her gap, brushing across the stud penetrating her clit. Her vagina, warm, already wet, pulses with each flicker of the crop, her body quivers. She wants to thrust her hips outward, feel the crop, something slide deeper into her quivering hole.
She realizes she also can’t take her eyes away from his crotch, that big, massive, thick cock, swaying, almost standing upright. Her heart pounds harder, her breathing deeper. Her emotions, are they of fear, fright, or what?… Or, of that huge shaft engulfing her again?… Or, could it possibly be anxiety, of it not engulfing her again? She senses that burning, churning feeling returning in her groin, womb. She swallows the last of the parchment.
She senses his free hand gliding upward, off her nipple, caressingly back and forth across the upper curves of her breasts, between the hallow of her breasts, just below the chocker, slowly, softly, like feathers. She finds herself spreading her flexing thighs even wider on the bed, her vagina pressing, quivering against the mattress, scraping across the firm leather tip of the riding crop. Quietly moaning, bowing her back, arching her shoulders, spreading her elbows, she raises her yearning breasts outward, higher, toward his hand, the gold studs gleaming off the tips of her thick, swollen nipples.
She presses her buttocks downward, bouncing, grinding the clit stud back and forth across the stiff crop. Her abs ripple, her navel flexes above her shaking thighs. Almost teasingly she licks her wet, parted lips with the tip of her tongue, back and forth, grunts, casts a quick glance upward thru her glazing eyes, almost defiantly, daring to glance into his eyes as she moans, whimpers.
Starring thru his mask, he struggles to keep a stern expression on his face. He resists the urge to jam his cock between her thighs, down her throat, between her spread butt cheeks. He waits, letting her put on her seductive performance, knowing his other submissive is about to enter.
End Part Five
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