Gone
Part Two
There had been an uneasy silence between Jenna and Molly for ten minutes
or so-the two frightened women were lost within their thoughts, whether they be
of escape, or of their family and friends. Molly had used the toilet (with a bit
of difficulty, knowing that she was in full view of Jenna) and both women were
just in a state of confusion now. What would happen to them?
The stone door at the end of the dimly lit cell block growled suddenly,
signaling to Molly and Jenna that someone was there to visit. It was Leonard,
dressed in the same attire as before. He walked casually to the two cells, his
face the normal uninterested expression, and stopped in front of the iron bars,
looking in at his two captives. "I suppose it is time for you to learn a few
things." His voice was deep and smooth...mildly relaxing, in a way. "First off,
myself, Greg, and Clark are the scouts. We hear about potential women that could
be helpful to us, and we investigate them. You two were exceptional finds-we've
been drawn to you two ever since day one of observation. You two are so
beautiful, and are always together. We were drawn to you, Ms. Mathias, after
seeing you in the newspaper." Molly's father, Daniel Mathias, owned the Polaris
Star Corporation, a shipping company that had been doing exceptionally well over
the past few months. A nearby news group did special articles on famous and rich
people; Daniel's family had been in the newspaper. "We simply watched your house
for a few days-long enough to know when both parents would be gone-and sent you
a package, tagged with a tracking device, via Polaris shipping. Then, when they
picked up the package from the post office, we followed the truck. Isn't it
ironic, though, that your father's company is the Polaris Star Company-the same
company that owned the truck that led us to his daughter."
Leonard leaned against a cell across the aisle from Molly's. "It was
difficult for us to get both of you at the same time, but possible, as you both
can see. We will not keep you, though. We will sell you, to the highest bidder
at the next auction, in three hours, which is why I am here. I have come to
collect you..." He motioned to Molly. "...And someone will come momentarily for
you." He eyes shifted to Jenna.
"What are you going to do to me?" Molly asked, making a weak attempt to
mask the fear in her voice.
"You will come with me." Leonard produced a key, which he used to unlock
the door of the cell. As he pulled it open, Molly looked at Jenna, who was
looking back at her with a terrified expression that clearly denoted her worried
concern for her friend. She then looked back at Leonard, who motioned
impatiently at her to come with him. Reluctantly, she obliged, exiting the cell
and following Leonard from the cellblock.
The building seemed to be a medium-sized building of undeterminable
height, on the seashore, with a dock near it. During her walk through the drab
hallways of dark wooden walls lit dimly by the occasional light bulb, Molly
would pass a window overlooking the dock area-a window peering into the world
Molly once knew; the world of freedom. The buildings outside appeared decrepit
and uncared for; halogen lights were peppered about, illuminating the property
with splotches of light. The entire area seemed dreary and cold, and it would
not have surprised Molly if these men were using the dockyard as a front-perhaps
the local authorities could not intervene on the kidnappings because they didn't
know about the dockyards? That was a possibility in her mind.
Leonard led the subdued woman through the halls to the uneasy rhythmic
sound of her innocent flip-flops and his own coldly heavy boots against the hard
cement floor. Leonard, with his hand on her shoulder, stopped Molly just as they
were about to pass a small room off to their left. He directed his prisoner into
the room with a resolute grip on her shoulder, then followed her in and locked
the door behind them.
It was a small square room, even gloomier than the rest of the facility,
with the same stone floors and wooden walls; the only difference between the
hallways and this room were the candles-one over the doorway, two on each of the
other three walls. They were held high by rusted gold candlesticks, and the
overall effect gave Molly a feeling of a torture chamber of some nature. The
chair in the center didn't especially have a positive influence on Molly as to
the purpose of the chamber-it looked like the chair one would find in a
dentist's office. Against the wall to her right was a small bag on the floor,
similar to the one that had transported the handcuffs and gags the men had used
on Molly and Jenna back at the house.
Needless to say, she hoped that torture wasn't the purpose of the room.
Leonard released her handcuffs and pocketed the keys, the icy biting
sensation against her slim wrists fading almost instantly thereafter. Leonard
then sat down on the end of the dentist chair and spoke in his usual direct
tone. "Now, remove your clothes."
His order mortified her. "A-all of them?" Her voice was clearly uneasy.
"Yes. All of them. Except your bra, underwear, and sandals."
She licked her lips and blinked a rapidly a couple of times in
succession. "But..."
"No buts. We can either do this the easy way or the hard way. And I can
guarantee you won't like the hard way." His voice remained unchanged, but there
seemed to be a deeper tone behind his words that intensified the threat of "the
hard way".
Molly thought for a moment. Of course, the solution was to do it the
easy way...she had no intentions of finding out what the hard way was. Still,
being ordered to strip naked for some pervert who had kidnapped her was
degrading enough for her to consider attempting an escape, but she feared the
consequences in the likely event that she failed to flee. "...Ok." She uttered
the syllable shamefully, as if the poor girl was relinquishing every trace of
pride in her petite body.
Leonard looked her over, an expression upon his face appearing to
reflect a bit of pity. "Perhaps a bit of small talk while you strip will relax
you. First off, what is your first name?"
Molly swallowed and took each side of her shirt collar with her thumbs
and forefingers. "Molly." She spoke her name as she pulled the t-shirt over her
head.
"Molly, hm...?" He looked at her body, admiring her sexy belly and the
tight size-B bra that hid her petite breasts from view. She cringed slightly in
discomfort; he was looking over her like she was a piece of meat. She was
slightly grateful that he had specified that she leave her bra on, though she
still wondered why he wanted her to.
"Are you going to hurt me?" It was the question that Molly had been
pondering since her ride in the van.
Leonard smiled subtly and shook his head lightly. "I won't."
As Molly unbuttoned her pants, she questioned the emphasis on his 'I'.
"You won't? What do you mean by that?"
Leonard watched her unzip the tight shorts, the characteristic 'zip'
sound indicating that the sight of something lovely was imminent. "You won't be
my property for very long, after all." He watched intently as she slowly slid
the article of clothing down her slender legs and let it drop around her ankles.
The candles surrounding her illuminated her scantily clad body weakly, but she
felt unprotected against the harsh eyes feasting on her bare skin...especially
when that hungry gaze fixed on the parts of her that weren't bare-yet.
Suddenly, he motioned her over to him, with a sort of underlying
eagerness that showed not obviously on his face, but more in the manner of which
he gestured toward her. She meekly obeyed, stepping out of her discarded pants
without removing her flip-flops, then coming quietly to his side. He sat up
straight, drawing her to a distance of about a foot away from him, and wrapping
his right arm around her waist sensually. The tears almost returned to Molly's
eyes as he slid his hand down the small of her back, across her tailbone, and to
her butt, the muscles of which tensed instantly at the unwelcome contact.
Leonard's hand gently rubbed the firm sphere, sliding up and down her tender
buttocks; all the while Molly languished in the degrading sensation.
Then, like a suave Casanova romantically stripping his woman in bed, he
slid his fingernails up along the bare skin of Molly's spine, provoking a
fearful shudder. Up it went, to the strap of her tight bra, causing the girl to
tense and straighten her posture in dread. Slowly, at a speed that could
potentially drive her insane, Molly felt his intrusive fingers prying delicately
at the hooks of the undergarment, first releasing one, then the second; then he
released the third with such an agonizing, deliberately unhurried pace that it
was like the ascendancy to a climax that Leonard had been anticipating since he
had first handcuffed and gagged the girl in Jenna's house. The bra popped and
was loose upon her chest, her breasts remaining unseen only because of the thin
straps running over her collarbones. Urged by Leonard's hungry stare, Molly
pushed her shoulders back and let the undergarment slide down the sides of her
arms and down the front of her. It was a light, paper-thin bra that fluttered to
the floor like a dove's feather caught in a gentle gust of wind. Leonard smiled
with satisfaction upon seeing her naked breasts. They were quite small, each one
slightly larger than a peach, with two nickel-sized pink nubs protruding from
the peaks of both.
Molly shivered lightly, but Leonard disregarded it. Instead, he reached
to her chest and gently grazed the soft nipple. She flinched at the unwelcome
contact between the cold, dry skin of his fingers and her virgin breasts. The
jelly-like nipple was gradually erecting in the open air, and soon it was
standing rigid at full stimulation and the other subsequently began to imitate
its counterpart. With her nipples forcefully hardened, Leonard issued his next
order. "Sit on the edge of this chair, facing away from me. Unable to hide her
fear, which remained as the dominant emotion, the vulnerable girl swallowed
hard, finally succumbing to the hopeless situation she'd been faced with. She
obeyed, sitting on the end of the chair facing the door, the tears she'd kept
silent for the past few hours finally overflowing from her heart through her
eyes. The first teardrops dribbled down her soft face, tracing a wet line from
her eyes along her chin and finally sliding off her face and down onto her bare
chest. She sobbed softly a few times as Leonard wrapped his familiar muscular
arms under her armpits and covering each of her breasts with his massive hands.
They caressed and stroked Molly's warm virgin cleavage, tenderly scraping at her
nipples. He F looked at the side of Molly's face, admiring the light curve
of the young woman's delicate cheek, her MICROWSbloodshot, Odark brown eyes, her
thin lips. She sniffled quietly on more than one occasion, still fighting back
some of the tears she held. Leonard pulled her head toward his own, pressing his
lips against the cheek he had just been gazing upon, kissing her gently. The
chestnut skin was still moist with her tears, giving it a savory tang. Molly
closed her eyes as tightly as she could, her body wracked with sobs as she began
crying again.
After a time, Leonard slid out from behind Molly and he rose, and then
strolled quietly over to the bag on the floor. Her eyes studied him in terror,
droplets of the salty tears streaming down her face. Molly wondered what he was
after, hoping that she would not see him turn around clutching a knife or
something of the like whose sole purpose was to do harm to her-sadistic or
otherwise. Instead, he stood and turned to her holding a digital camera. She
froze momentarily, desperately afraid of her forced exposure being archived with
pictures. He held the camera up to his eye, the opaque black lens watching her
with a cold, unblinking gaze. Molly, against her better judgment, crossed her
arms over her breasts and rolled on her side, facing the wall opposite Leonard.
A flash ensued a split second after; temporarily engulfing her in a white abyss,
signifying the first of many pictures Molly knew would be taken of her. She
instantly regretted hiding herself, afraid of what her kidnapper could do to her
in such a helpless predicament. She began to quietly hyperventilate upon hearing
his heavy boots' slow approach against the solid floor, each ominous footstep
increasing in loudness as Leonard came closer. He leaned over her shivering body
and she curled up, waiting for him to punish her in some physical or verbal way.
She tightened her fearful curl with each hot breath of air she felt on her
slender neck, his face drawing nearer and nearer to hers. She flinched upon
hearing his voice, expecting a more wrathful tone in it than there actually was.
Instead, his voice was gentle, with an unexpected tolerance, like she was in a
game and had accidentally broken a minor rule, and Leonard was her teammate
calmly explaining to her. "I suppose you don't want me to take pictures of your
front."
Not knowing how else to respond, she replied with a simple:
"No...please..." which came out as a high-pitched whisper.
His next response was as unpredicted as the prior. "Will you roll over
on your tummy?"
Not knowing how else to respond, she replied with a simple:
"No...please..." which came out as a high-pitched whisper.
His next response was as unpredicted as the prior. "Will you roll over
on your tummy?"
"How-how come?"
"I just want you to. I won't take off your underwear, and I can't see
your breasts. There's no harm in it, is there?"
Molly carefully shook her head. "I...I guess not...are you going to hurt
me?"
Leonard chuckled. "No, at the moment, I won't hurt you in any way."
Molly noticed the extra 'at the moment' he threw in, but accepted it. In
her current situation, there was little else she could do. Leonard spoke once
again, the understanding tone of his voice becoming increasingly eerie with its
persistence. She complied with his request, slowly lifting herself up and
straightening herself out from the ball she was just in, attempting to lie out
flat on the uneven surface of the chair. Leonard noticed the awkward position
Molly would have to be in to lay on her tummy, which prompted him to lean down
and adjust the backing of the chair so it was parallel with the floor. Because
of the curve where a person's knees would normally go when laying on their back
in the chair, Molly had to hang her head over the backing. This was so the
curves (where her legs become the tops of her feet) would be comfortable.
It was quite obvious that her body, stripped almost entirely of clothes,
was giving Leonard quite a hard-on. Molly froze as she felt him run the tips of
his fingers across her back, from her shoulders to her tailbone, not quite
massaging but instead producing a cold shiver to generate in her back and flow
through her body. Slowly, he mounted her, the material of the chair's surface
squeaking beneath his weight. He lowered himself upon her back, sliding his
hands up along her arms. Her muscles tensed and the girl froze as his hands
found her bare shoulders and gently brushed her hair off to one side. Casually,
deliberately, he exhaled across her slim neck, letting the warm air caress the
soft skin. Then his lips found her neck, and tenderly kissed the delicate flesh,
quietly luxuriating in the tinge of sweetness in its taste. Molly didn't move,
she didn't even breath unless she absolutely had to-she could feel his erect
penis through his pants, the solid bump pressing against her petite buttocks. It
terrified her, in a way, for the concept of truly having that man's penis fully
inserted in there was one of her worst fears.
Then, slowly, he slid off the side of the chair and picked up the
camera, which was lying at his side. Now kneeling beside the chair, he picked up
the camera and directed it at the motionless woman lying there. His first
picture was of her back, broad and smooth, the tan line of her bikini top still
lightly crossing it. The next was a close-up of her face; her eyes were closed
tightly, her cheeks were still stained with drying tears. For the third, he had
her raise her head while he kneeled in front of her and took a picture of her
face, looking down across her back and legs. The next showcased her legs and
butt. Finally, she felt a gentle pulling sensation at her foot. Leonard grasped
her slender ankle and lifted her left foot off the chair and into the air, which
was followed by his removal of the red flip-flop. The process was repeated for
the other foot. Upon placing them back down upon the chair, they were facing
sole-up; the soft flesh wrinkled beautifully, her toes slightly scrunched
against the ball of her foot. Leonard went back to his camera, taking two quick
shots of her feet.
"Why are you taking pictures of me?" Molly looked up at him
inquisitively.
"I will be printing these out and selling them also. Of course, I'll be
leaving some for the rest of the men that remain here."
Leonard adjusted his position and took a third picture of Molly's bare
soles, which prompted another question. "How come you're taking so many pictures
of my feet?"
"You happen to have very pretty feet, and therefore I'm taking pictures
of them, because there are quite a few guys around here that love feet. I
personally don't have a fetish for feet. Though I am particularly fond of seeing
cuties like you tied up and gagged."
Molly nodded half-understandingly. "What...what will happen to me? To
us? Jenna and I, I mean?" The words emerged from her mouth reluctantly, as if
she feared the answer.
"Like I said, you'll be sold at an auction. From there, I have no idea.
I, however, will be accompanying you. However, now I need you to roll over."
Molly was appalled. "No! Please don't make me, please!"
Leonard shook his head. "Look, Molly. You're going to have worse things
done to you than a few pictures. And if you don't roll over, I'm going to have
to make you."
Molly's eyes welled up with tears in anticipation of being physically
harmed for not exposing herself to the stranger. It was just so morally evil,
being made to strip because someone would torture her if she didn't.
"O-ok...just don't hurt me."
So slowly, she shifted her weight and gently turned over, the familiar
wave of shame inundating Molly once again as she watched him admiring her petite
breasts. Leonard smiled to himself, she had such a sexy little body, and he
wished he could keep her all for herself. But, he could not-and therefore he
decided that times spent without her could be substituted with the photos he was
taking.
He raised the backing of the chair slowly, elevating her body into an
upright position, her legs and feet still sticking out straight. Once again,
Molly watched in frightened anticipation as Leonard returned to the bag on the
floor, lowering his hands into the unknown, digging about in the blackness for
another object to torment Molly mentally with. What he revealed was not quite
what Molly expected-it was a roll of duct tape and two pairs of handcuffs. He
approached her and kneeled at her feet, taking her right ankle and sliding it
outward, to the right side of the chair. The handcuffs sang an off-key hymn with
their quiet jangling, praising their purpose in existence: to caress the skin of
a young woman with their icy metal grasp, and keep that woman's freedom
restricted. He snapped the handcuff around her ankle and gently tugged her foot
toward the side, securing it to the chair's underside. Then he moved to the
other side, repeating the process with her left foot. Now, her legs were
slightly spread, though not lewdly-not as if his intent was to spread the thin
lips of her tender vagina until all folds within the soft flesh were exposed.
Next, Leonard crawled to her side and held her wrist on the armrest of
the chair. "Hold your arm right there." Needless to say, Molly's options were
severely limited, and she held her arm in place upon the chair. Leonard peeled a
small segment of tape off the roll and smoothed it onto her slim wrist. Then,
with a formidably-sized two- or three-inch segment of tape was smoothed on her
skin and still coming off the roll, he wrapped the tape around the armrest,
effectively securing her hands to the cold leathery feeling of the chair's
material. A quick rip with his teeth and the tape was severed, and he smoothed
the loose flap of the tape onto the rest of the wrapped part. "Lift your right
arm."
Molly obeyed, attempting to raise the arm that was secured to the chair,
but experienced no success. He smiled and moved to her other side, repeating the
process on that arm. When Molly's body was fully immobilized, Leonard stood
back, admiring the beautiful, almost completely nude woman bound to the chair
before him. She looked at him, her terror still as obvious as before. There were
so many things that could be done to her in his possession, the prospect of rape
still omnipresent in her mind. She was convinced that the situation was a
nightmare, a horrible and realistic nightmare that she would soon awaken from.
It had seemed like such an obscure concept, the notion of being kidnapped had
previously been impossible-it would never happen to her. Now she lay, exposed,
in front of the man who had abducted her. She knew men in school admired her
beauty, but at least they looked away if she caught them staring at her. But
this man-he simply stood in front of her, staring directly at her naked breasts
with an enormous bulge in his pants.
Leonard momentarily broke his gaze at her chest for a moment to look
into her face. "Now, I'm going to remove your underwear." His statement was
simple yet effective-the very meaning overwhelmed her with a sensation of shame
that she had never felt before. "No! I...I...I don't want you to! Please...just
let me go..." Molly's voice was sweet, a harmoniously innocent voice, tinted
with a tone implying that she'd been corrupted by forced exposure, but Leonard
was unfazed by it. He slid his hand into his pocket, and when it returned it was
holding a pocketknife. Molly whimpered and began squirming as much as she could
as he leaned over, pulling her torso away from him, but to no avail. The blade
slid out of its housing, glimmering in the orange light of the candles,
approaching her body menacingly, threatening Molly with something much worse
than death. But the knife found its target-the thin material of her soft
underwear-and slit downward, slicing the band of the undergarment, then the
cloth, on the part against her right thigh. The underwear, now severed, lost its
elasticity and the front fell forward. Her vagina was still covered, much to her
appreciation, but he quickly brought the knife to the opposite thigh and slit
the underwear there as well. Her sex was revealed as the cloth that covered it
fell fully forward. Leonard reached forward and took the loose cloth and pulled
on it, gently yanking it out from beneath her butt at the same time. Then, the
severed undergarment was discarded.
Molly was now fully nude upon the chair. Leonard was gazing at her pussy
lustfully, quite pleased with the bare flesh. Her skin was shaved, with not even
a trace of stubble. He leaned forward on the chair, bracing himself on one hand
while reaching for her sex with the other. Gently, he ran his hand along the
soft skin of her warm thighs, damp and sweaty from her legs being together for
so long. Then, with an excruciatingly slow pace, he reached to the flesh around
her tight slit. The feeling was foreign to Molly, his cold fingers stirred up an
alien sensation, a strongly contradicting pair of emotions in her mind at the
same time. In one aspect, she was overwhelmed with intense shame; but in another
way, she found it vaguely pleasurable. Either way, his hand was an unwelcome
object in a private place. Despite the knowledge that it would be futile, Molly
tried to pull her legs together, her delicate ankles straining against the
ever-oppressive metal. It had become all too apparent that all things metal were
assisting in enslaving her-the knife had threatened to end her life had she not
cooperated in Jenna's house; the handcuffs had held her hands behind her back so
she could not resist being taken away from her home; now the handcuffs held her
legs open so her kidnapper could touch her virgin areas.
Molly watched in dismay as his pointer and middle finger became one,
gently parting her lips, pushing between them, and sliding into her gently.
Molly whimpered softly at the penetration, her muscles tightening around the
unfamiliar objects, as they pressed deeper into her passage. Suddenly, the girl
yelped as Leonard's fingers reached their full depth and sent a sharp pain
through her pussy. He pulled back quickly, still keeping his fingers down inside
her, but looking into her face. "Are you a virgin?"
Molly, although not believing it was any of his business, nodded her
head without a word. Leonard, satisfied, finally withdrew and retrieved the
ever-invasive camera. Her naked body was prone to its black, reflective eye. It
concentrated on her, centered itself on her pussy, stared at her with its
ever-unblinking gaze. Then, another flash of light and her exposed body was
captured on film.
Leonard set the camera off to the side and looked upon her body. "Now, I
need just one more picture." He unbuttoned his pants quickly, then unzipped it,
and pulled the pants down around his ankles. Beneath his boxers, an erect cock
stood tall, straining against the oppressive undergarment. She looked upon the
tent sticking out from his midsection in disgust. It took only a moment for the
boxers to join his pants. Leonard's dick was massive, about two inches in
diameter and six inches long. Molly was terrified that he would try to ram that
thing into her little pussy-there was no way he could have sex with her with
that thing and not tear her open.
Instead, he surprised her by crawling up on the chair atop her, kneeling
over her with her hips between his legs. His squishy ball sack rested on her
smooth belly while his dick was pointing outward toward her face. Leonard wasted
no time reaching down to his wood and wrapping his fingers around it. Molly
slowly pieced together his intentions. "What are you doing to me?"
Leonard paused, lightly caressing his cock. "You'll see. Don't worry;
you'll have plenty of time to grow accustomed to it. I promise." He then
proceeded to jerk up and down on his dick with his left hand while caressing her
breast with his right. Molly was appalled at what was about to happen to her.
His hand moved up across her chest and along her shoulder, lightly grazing her
delicate skin. He ran his fingers down along her arm, across her duct tape
binding, and to the top of her hand. His pleasurable jerking continued with
unwavering steadiness as he felt the oppressive tape around her wrist. It
suddenly occurred to Molly that her being tied to the chair was what was getting
him off-she remembered him saying how he liked seeing women tied up and gagged.
Then, abruptly, he reached up to her head and grabbed clump of her hair,
holding it tightly against the backing of the chair. She knew he was about to
reach climax. She tried desperately to turn her head, keep it far from the semen
that was about to be fired at her face, but her attempts were in vain. He held
her hair too tightly. His grip tightened as he exploded, firing his load across
her chest. She yelped, startled, but his cock was like a cannon, firing the
first sticky shot across her breasts, and then a second one into her face. Molly
was miserable, feeling the slimy liquid drool down her once fragile features. A
third ejaculation was shot upon her neck. After three more eruptions, Leonard
relaxed and released her hair. Molly's head drooped in misery, her body soiled,
her mind overwhelmed with humiliation. Leonard reached down and picked up his
camera. "Look at me." He aimed it at her chest and face and took a picture,
capturing the image of her pretty face and petite tits dripping with cum. Her
eyes were blank and spiritless, her face expressionless. "Now, Molly, it's time
to get you cleaned up. Your auction will be soon, and we can't be late."
