Loading...‘Millionairess, Mrs Joan Bartlett, 34, will be in town next Friday to open the new Children’s Hospice at Hamlet Grove. Staff will be…’ the newspaper article continued to describe how Mrs Joan Bartlett had been a key fundraiser for the new Hospice and all of the effort she has put into helping to raise the £2.1m needed to complete the project.
“Hmm,” Tony read on, “this could be the opportunity we’ve been waiting for.” He lifted the receiver and called Jack.
***
Joan, escorted by her younger sister Jude, was applauded as she cut the red ribbon, formally opening the Children’s Hospice. The ceremony and newspaper interviews over, they drove through the busy city centre, headed for Joan’s health club where she was meeting her friend, Debbie. They stopped off at a café and bought themselves a couple of cold cokes. The sun was hot, and although the climate control in Joan’s Mercedes-Benz SLK500 kept the occupants cool, it didn’t stop them from getting thirsty in the summer’s dry air.
As they headed back to the Mercedes, Joan felt a slight push from behind, then blackness. Someone had grasped hold of her and placed a black pillowcase over her head. She was lifted off her feet and tossed into the back of a van.
A hand covered Jude’s eyes and a voice whispered in her ear, “Quiet bitch, or I’ll snap your neck like a twig.” Jude resisted, a sharp pain on the back of her neck caused her to stop in her tracks. She felt giddy, then, her knees gave way and she passed out. Tossed into the van, Jude landed on top of Joan unconscious. Joan screamed but no one heard her call out as the van drove away and blended into the city traffic.
Joan felt a sting in her upper arm, then moments later she too was unconscious.
***
Jude opened her eyes. She was lying on a mattress in what she could make out to be a basement. The damp walls were covered in very old, peeling woodchip wallpaper, the floor was cold concrete and light came from a 40W lamp that hung from a cobwebbed cord. In a corner, there was a chemical toilet and a bowl with a hand-towel and soap. Next to this was a 10-gallon plastic container that looked like it was full of water. Jude rolled over and sat upright. Joan was asleep on a second mattress. Jude began to sob. She crawled over to her sister, her neck hurting now as she began to remember what had happened in the car park. Joan’s slow, shallow breaths comforted Jude; she brushed her sister’s brunette hair from her face. Joan’s makeup was smudged, but she was still the beautiful one.
Joan had won several beauty contests in her late teens and early twenties; that’s how she met her millionaire husband, Jonathon, a ‘Captain of Industry’ as Joan described him to Jude and their parents the first time they met. Jude had felt that her sister had married for the money. Jonathon was in his mid-fifties, balding and overweight.
Jude, on the other hand, was almost totally opposite to her sister. Jude had married for love. David was an American aid worker who had come to the UK for a holiday after three months of poverty and diseased stricken work in the depths of the Congo. He had no money, but he had an abundance of love for his fellow man and his sense of humour matched that of Jude’s perfectly. A mutual friend, who could see the match was made in heaven, introduced them to each other. Three month’s later Miss Jude Davies became Mrs Jude Heskins. But sadly, it all ended too soon. David was killed the same day as her parents two weeks after their wedding. Whilst out with friends, a motorist drunk at the wheel, lost control of his car hitting David’s MPV, killing David instantly. Jude’s parents died hours later from their injuries when they collided with a wall. The police thought that the couple had lost control after hearing the news of their son-in-law’s death. That was five years ago now, but it was still hard for Jude at night, when she remembered her short coupling with David.
Joan and Jonathon had taken Jude into their home after the funerals and made sure Jude was made comfortable. Jonathon even gave Jude a monthly allowance so that she could come and go as she pleased without worrying about money. Joan felt the losses too, but she had Jonathon to lean on.
***
Joan began to come around. “Shh, shh, you’re okay, your okay,” whispered Jude to her sister as she began to shake. The effect of the drug was wearing off and it left Joan with a stinking headache. She instantly remembered the incident in the car park and began to tremble and cry.
“It’s okay Joan, calm down,” Jude comforted her sister. “We’ll be alright.” They held onto each other for comfort.
They could hear footsteps. A key turned in the lock and the door burst open. Standing in the doorway was a man dressed in a black overcoat, wearing a skiing balaclava to hide his face from his captives.
“Ah, so my girls are awake. Good. Now we can get down to business,” he said. He brought two chairs into the room from the corridor and placed them, back to back in the centre of the basement. “Sit,” he ordered.
Shaking with fear, the girls obeyed. He then produced two blindfolds and wrapped them around the girl’s heads. This allowed him to remove his balaclava. “Are you comfortable?” he asked. The girls nodded a yes. “Good. Do not be afraid, I will not hurt you. I suppose you are wondering where you are and why,” he continued. “Let me just say, this will all soon be over. You will be free to leave, and I will be a million pounds richer.”
‘So,’ Joan thought, ‘we are held for ransom.’
“If you give me any trouble, you will pay, one way or another,” he told the girls as he circled them. He could see Joan’s breasts from this angle. Her blouse had unbuttoned itself in the struggle; she was braless. He admired her nipples for a moment, remembering she was once a beauty queen not so very long ago.
“So, just do as I tell you and you will be fine. Are you hungry?”
The girls shook their heads, no.
“There is water in the corner to drink, some soap and a toilet. I will check on you from time to time,” he informed, “so, if you need anything, ask and you might get.”
Now, he looked at Jude’s lips. He felt the strangest desire to kiss the girl, to take hold of her breast and suckle her nipples. ‘Was her breasts like her sisters?’ he wondered. ‘Perhaps I will find out if she misbehaves,” he told himself.
He placed the balaclava back over his head, untied the girl’s blindfolds and left the basement, slamming and locking the door behind him.
“Don’t worry, Jonathon will sort this out,” Joan told Jude. They hugged and tears ran down their cheeks. Moments later, the 40W lamp pinged and they were surrounded by total blackness.
***
Jonathon Bartlett called his wife’s mobile telephone, no answer. He began to worry. It was late, past midnight, and she was due home five hours ago. He called Joan’s friends, asking the same question, “Have you seen Joan this evening?” each answer a negative.
A slap came from the hallway. Thinking it was Joan trying to close the door without disturbing her husband, he stormed into the marbled hallway.
On the doormat lay a manila envelope, the name ‘Bartlett’ made up of letters cut from newspapers. His blood chilled as he opened the envelope. Inside, an A4 sheet of paper demanded £1,000,000 for the safe return of Mrs Bartlett and for no extra charge, Mrs Heskins would also be returned provided there was no trouble. Jonathon jumped as his telephone rang in the study. Rushing through, he picked up the receiver, “Hello?”
“Tomorrow, you will receive further instructions. Do not call the police, do not tell anyone, do not go into the office,” the phone-line hummed as the receiver at the far end hung up.
Jonathon’s evening was disturbed once more when the police called to say Joan’s car was found, unlocked, in a shopping mall. Jonathon made excuses that the officer accepted and hung up.
***
Joan and Jude sat up. The light pinged on and a key rattled in the door’s lock. They had no idea of how long they had been locked up. They didn’t even know if they had drifted in and out of sleep. In the total darkness, there was no difference between eyes open and eyes closed.
The light hurt, and they both squinted. A voice ordered, “Place these over your eyes and sit on the chairs.” Two blindfolds were tossed onto the mattress. Doing as they were told, the girls sat back to back and placed the blindfolds over their eyes. “Good. Now listen carefully. Every time you hear a key in the door, you must put the blindfolds on. Do you understand?” the girls nodded. “Good. Are you hungry?”
The girls realised then that they hadn’t eaten for some time. They felt hunger awaken, as the smell of toast wafted into the room. A second voice said, “Here’s some toast and cereal, I will be back in fifteen minutes to collect the tray,” said the second voice.
The door closed and the key turned. Hearing muffled voices in the corridor, they removed the blindfolds. They ate their breakfast in silence. Fifteen minutes later, the second voice arrived to take away the breakfast tray. It was then he managed to see Joan’s ample breasts press against her blouse. She was buttoned up and agreed with Jack, she was something else. ‘Her sister isn’t bad either,’ he thought to himself as he slammed and locked the door.
Two minutes later, the 40W lamp extinguished, placing the girls in blackness.
They didn’t know how long they had been there, but it must have been at least a day. They were just about all talked out and they were beginning to drift off to sleep again.
***
“One million, used notes, four bags,” the voice on the phone instructed Jonathon how the payment was to be made.
“How do I know the girls are alright?” Jonathon asked.
“You don’t, you just have to trust me. Just like I trust you don’t call the police,” the voice said.
Jonathon’s heart sunk as the line went dead. He didn’t know where to turn. Getting the money would take two days, but that wouldn’t be a problem, it was just that he had to wait another two agonising days before finding out if his beloved wife and sister-in-law were safe.
***
Joan fumbled in the dark trying to find the chemical toilet. She fell, bumping her head against the wall. At that moment, the key rattled in the door and the light came on. The man stood in his balaclava at the door. Jude, on the mattress, sat upright, her blindfold covering her eyes. Joan’s blindfold lay next to Jude. She suddenly realised she was not wearing her blindfold.
“Get up!” he balled at Joan.
Petrified, Joan stood, supporting herself with the wall. She sat next to her sister and placed the blindfold on her head.
“You will pay for this,” the man ranted. Taking hold of Joan’s blouse, he ripped it open, buttons flying through the air. Her breasts jiggled free as the material ripped at the seams. The man roughly tore the garment off Joan’s back. He pinched her nipples hard making Joan scream. Jude jumped, not knowing what was happening, she too screamed. The man slapped Jude telling her to shut up. He admired Joan’s firm breasts for a moment, then left the room. Seconds later the light was out.
“What happened?” Jude asked her sister.
“I didn’t have my blindfold on. That bastard ripped my blouse off me then pinched my nipples.” Joan sobbed, her head on her sister’s shoulder.
***
Time dragged on. They had no idea of what part of the day it might be; their watches had been taken away when they were first brought to the basement. By now they had been fed with three sets of toast and cereal. There was no sound from outside of the basement, if indeed this was a basement. The girls drifted in and out of sleep.
The light came on again as the key rattled in the lock. Joan made sure her blindfold was secure this time. She heard the two men enter the room.
“Hmm, she has got nice tits,” commented one. Joan could hear a muffled rattle, then two clicks. She recognised the clicks as a pair of briefcase latches opening. A hand took hold of her arm and lifted her from the mattress and forced her onto a chair. Then, her arms were pulled behind the back of the chair. She felt rope being tied around her wrists and ankles. She was bound to the chair.
“Do not be afraid,” the second voice told her as he touched her breasts, tweaking her nipples to erection. Joan felt coldness as the second man dabbed her nipples with what felt like a wet cotton bud. Some metallic rattling came from what she thought might be a briefcase, and then a sharp pain as her right nipple pinched hard. Joan let out a scream and jumped in her chair.
“What’s happening?” asked Jude.
The first man slapped Jude’s face and ordered her to be quiet. “Any more from you, and you will know first hand what’s happening.”
Joan felt a sharp pain as her nipple was pierced. She suddenly realised the second man had inserted a nipple ring. Moments later, there was a repeat operation, this time on her left nipple.
“Please don’t do this,” sobbed Joan.
“Shut up bitch,” horsed the second man.
“Please don’t do…”
Slap! Joan’s head snapped to the left as the force of his hand slapped hard on her cheek.
“I told you bitch, shut up.”
Joan fought back the tears. Her nipples began to burn as the pain of the piercing became more prominent.
“That should do it Tony. Shit!” Jack realised he’d told the girls his accomplice’s first name.
“You stupid fuck,” shouted Tony. “Don’t slip up like that again, or I’ll fucking… Oh fuck.”
The briefcase snapped closed and the two men left.
In the darkness, Joan sobbed as Jude untied her sister’s hands and feet. Rubbing her wrists first, Joan thanked her sister.
“What happened?” Jude asked.
“The bastards pierced my nipples,” Joan replied as she gently touched the rings. They were throbbing and stinging. “What do you think they’ll do if I take them out?” she asked her sister.
“No, don’t,” Jude snapped back. “They might do something you’ll regret. At least when we get out of here, you can take them out. The holes will heal up alright.”
Joan’s nipples were damp as fluid extruded from the piercings. After a while, they stopped weeping and a light crust formed. They were less painful now and Joan slowly drifted into another slumber.
***
The light came on again. How long had they been asleep? They didn’t know. Another tray of breakfast cereal and toast was placed on the floor. The man replaced the water with fresh and emptied the chemical toilet, cursing ‘the dirty bitches’ as he left the room.
The light stayed on. Expecting the key to rattle in the door, the girls were afraid to remove their blindfolds.
Time passed, “Perhaps he forgot to switch it off,” Jude whispered. Joan agreed and they removed their blindfolds. The toast was cold and the milk on the cereal was relatively warm. Jude hated warm milk, but she gulped the contents of the bowl without thinking too much about it now.
This was the first time they were able to study their prison cell. The woodchip wallpaper must have been decades old. Mould had formed and caused some of the paper to come away from the wall. There were no windows, not even boarded up frames. Stains on the floor showed where a workbench had been many moons ago; when a normal, healthy family might have inhabited the house. Against the wall next to the door, was a large wooden frame. The girls took a closer look. It was a foldaway table with leather straps and other contraptions they didn’t understand the use of. They looked at each other, eyes wide, and ran back to the mattress.
Joan’s blindfold fell from her hand as she dropped onto the mattress. At this point, the key rattled in the lock. Jude quickly pulled down her blindfold, Joan, reached for hers, but it wasn’t there.
“Shit!” she exclaimed, “I’ve lost my blindfold.”
“Oh no,” whispered Jude.
The door swung open. The two men entered, marching straight for Joan.
“So bitch, looks like you learn real quick,” the taller of the two belched. “Get the case,” he commanded.
Jack ran from the room as Tony lifted Joan from her mattress. He bound her hands behind her back, and then picking up her blindfold from the side of her mattress, he covered her eyes. Joan began to shake with fear.
“You will pay big time bitch,” growled the voice.
She felt his hands undo her skirt and tear the material from her waist. Her panties were next. Joan stood naked in front of her captor. Yes, she shook with fear, and she was petrified, but she also felt an excitement she hadn’t felt since her first sexual encounter on her sixteenth birthday, when John Stephens, the biggest boy in her class, forced himself on her. After the initial pain as she felt John’s hard cock inside her, bursting through her hymen, she began to enjoy his fucking her. She had a strange sensation erupt inside her as John’s cock ejaculated inside. She had lost her virginity, almost raped by the class bully, and she wanted more.
Now, Joan began to think about what they would do to her. Jack came running into the room, slightly out of breath.
Click, click. The case opened and the sound of small metallic instruments was heard. Expecting an immediate reaction, she suddenly heard the sound of scraping behind her. The two men were dragging the wooden contraption into the middle of the room. Moments later, Joan was forced, on her back, onto the wooden board. Leather straps were wrapped and fastened around her wrists and legs, then another pair of straps at her knees forced her legs apart.
Coldness again. Joan felt the dabbing of spirit on her belly button. She realised they were going to pierce her belly button. She felt the needle force its way through the skin, followed by the ring. This time, the pain was not as intense as that inflicted on her nipples… how long ago?
‘Why am I still strapped on this thing?’ she asked herself. The answer came almost immediately. She felt a hand on her vagina, tugging at her labia. Then, a finger was brutally inserted into her depths. She was dry and the penetration was painful. Joan whimpered.
“Leave her alone, you bastards,” Jude shouted at a wall. Tony slapped her face again as she recoiled onto her back on the mattress.
Jack took hold of her clitoris. ‘It was a large bud considering the bitch wasn’t even turned on yet,’ he thought. Taking a needle, he pierced the hood and followed through with a ring. He stood back to admire his handiwork. The nipples had not inflamed, her belly was a little red and her clitoris had a little blood leakage from the piercing. ‘That will soon stop,’ he thought. Taking a small aerosol can from his case, he sprayed a little antiseptic onto her piercings; Joan flinched at the unexpected coldness.
He turned to see Jude sobbing on the mattress. “What about her?” Jack asked Tony.
“What about her?” Tony replied.
“How about we give her something to remember us by?” he suggested to his accomplice.
Jack shook his head, “She’s a bad girl, but ain’t deserving that yet.” He turned back to his patient and placed a finger into her vagina once more. She was a little damp now, but not that he would notice.
Joan felt his fingers again. Not so painful this time. She wanted to scream but thought better not to.
The two men left the room, this time the light was switched off as soon as the door slammed closed. Jude crawled to her sister and helped her out of her bindings and off the table.
“What did he do to you?” Jude asked.
“I’ve got four piercings now,” she stammered. “They put one in my belly button and one on my clit-hood.”
“Did it hurt?”
“Yes but not as much as the nipples did though,” Joan told her sister. She began to giggle.
“What’s so bloody funny?” demanded Jude.
“If we weren’t having the occasional slapping, I’d say this could have been an elaborate set-up of Jonathon’s. We’ve fantasised about me having piercings, being kidnapped and raped; even him watching me fuck other men.”
“Jeez,” Jude let out a long breath.
“But somehow, I don’t think this is his doing.”
Although she was now naked, Joan didn’t feel cold. The ambient temperature seemed constant, where it might be night or day. The unusually warm summer also helped.
***
Jonathon poured another scotch. His glass chattered against his teeth. It had been almost 36 hours since he last saw Joan. He feared the worse. He had thought about such a thing occurring many times, but put it out of his mind. ‘Who would want to kidnap my wife?’ he kept asking himself. Theories ranging from industrial espionage to simple greed for money came and went.
He sat, impatiently for the next call. He began to remember Joan’s face, her smile, her smell. He missed her dearly. When this was all over, he was going to take her around the world on a holiday she would never forget.
The phone ringing made him jump out of his chair.
“Hello?”
“Hi Jonathon, is Joan about?” asked Debbie. Debbie was a receptionist at the local health club. She had arranged to meet Joan, and Joan hadn’t turned up for two of her health club massage appointments. This was unusual, so Debbie thought she’d give Joan a call and check she wasn’t ill or something.
“Hello Debs,” Jonathon answered, sounding disappointed. “Joan’s not feeling well. She’s been in bed since coming home from the Hospice opening. Perhaps you should call back in a few days.”
He replaced the receiver. He realised he had begun to lie to friends; he hated lying. He felt the strong businessman in him surge forward. “I’m going to beat these bastards,” he told himself as he poured another scotch.
***
“He didn’t show,” Tony told Jack over the phone. “The bastard didn’t show up. He’s playing with us.”
“Take it easy Tony. He’ll show up. Perhaps he’s stuck in traffic or something,” Jack made excuses.
***
The keys rattled in the door as the light flashed on, burning their eyes. This was their seventh breakfast – their seventh meal. The girls were now able to place their blindfolds over their eyes a split second after the 40W light came on. But that initial shock still stung their eyes. Neither had any idea how long they had been captive, whether it was day or night. There was no contact with the outside world, not even fluctuations in temperature.
“Eat up ladies,” Tony ordered. “You’d better look out; Jack is not in a good mood today.” He left it at that as he closed the door behind him and switched off the light.
The girls ate their cold toast and cereal in darkness. They now began to understand the world of the blind. Their remaining senses were becoming more sensitive, only they didn’t realise it.
Sometime later, Jude wanted to use the toilet. She was aware that they hadn’t removed the tray yet, and they usually removed it within minutes of the girls finishing their breakfast. She became impatient and her bladder didn’t want to hold on to her urine. Jude stumbled to the corner and touched the edge of the seat. Dropping her slacks and panties, she sat and urinated. As she stood, the light flickered on and the door burst open.
“Hey bitch, what are you doing over there?” shouted the voice from behind a balaclava. Jude was half dressed and dithered pulling down her blindfold. He caught her looking at him as he entered.
“Get over here,” he shouted.
Joan was sat on her mattress; she feared for her kid sister. “Leave her be,” she demanded, as she realised Jude had been caught. Jack stormed over to Joan and slapped her, making her fall back onto the mattress, her blindfold flying through the air.
“So, you too eh?” He stood Joan up, tied her hands behind her back, and then took her to the table. Pushing her onto her back, he strapped Joan into the harness.
Jude, in the meantime, was sitting on her chair. Jack tied her up and ripped open her blouse, exposing Jude’s white silky bra. He studied her for a moment, and then returned to the table.
“Your husband never showed with the money,” he growled as he bound Joan’s blindfold. “It’s time to pay for his mistake.”
Joan was fearful for her life now. She could live with the piercings, after all, if she had been five or ten years younger, she would have probably had them done anyway. But now at thirty-five, she didn’t think it appropriate.
Jude whimpered, she knew that he would do something to her too after he finished with Joan. She heard footsteps. Tony entered the basement.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“The bitches didn’t wear their blindfolds again. They’ll never learn. And this one,” he pointed to Joan, “is going to pay for her husband’s mistake.”
Jack unzipped his trousers and pulled out a flaccid cock. Slowly walking over to Jude, he offered it to her face. Jude sensed his presence, then she smelled his cock. The musky odour, mixed with the odour of urine, told her exactly what was in front of her. She turned her head in defiance.
“Don’t worry bitch,” Jack told Jude, “this ain’t for you.”
At the foot of the table, stood between Joan’s outspread legs, he turned a small wooden handle. A centre section of the table retracted allowing him to get closer to Joan’s pussy. He pressed the tip of his cock against her opening.
Joan, anticipating something to happen, flinched as she felt something touch her vagina. There was some pressure and she quickly realised she was being filled with a cock. She tried to resist but this was met with verbal abuse and a threat of a slapping if she persisted.
“You are going to take all of my cock, and if you’re lucky, I might just let Tony have sloppy seconds.” Jack suddenly realised he too had made a mistake mentioning Tony’s name. He decided to make Joan pay for his incompetence. His cock pounded Joan’s pussy. Each thrust hit Joan’s cervix causing her to gasp.
Joan didn’t want to, but she couldn’t help it. Her body submitted to the abuse and she soon began to enjoy the feel of this stranger’s cock inside her. It felt large and fat, certainly a lot bigger than Jonathon’s. Then she realised why she was being punished. Jonathon had not paid the ransom!
Jack felt her pussy becoming moist. He knew she was enjoying his thrashing. He wanted to fuck this woman from the first time he saw the outline of her breast on the first day. That was three day’s ago.
His thrusts were now beginning to make Joan moan. Jude could hear the movement, a steady rhythm, and realised her sister was being raped; and there was nothing she could do to help.
***
Jonathon waited for the call. It had been twenty-four hours since he disobeyed Joan’s captor’s instruction to deliver the money, in four bags, in the boot of an old car left in an abandoned warehouse. He had contacted an old friend and called in some favours. Jonathon’s phone was set up for a trace and he was determined to get the bastards who took his wife.
He waited.
***
Joan’s orgasm was involuntary. Jack felt her tense around his cock and grinned at the victory. He came inside his victim, pulsing semen into her vagina, not caring if she had contraception.
And this was the very thing on Joan’s mind as she relaxed from her orgasm. ‘Shit, he’s just filled me up.’ She wanted to worry about unwanted pregnancies, but that was the least of her worries.
“Tony!”
Tony dropped his trousers and entered Joan. His cock squelched as he pumped in and out. Jack’s sperm oozed from Joan’s vagina, drenching Tony’s shaft and balls. Tony liked the slippery feeling. He pulled out and placed his cock at her ass hole.
‘No,’ Joan thought, ‘no, please no.’ she knew if she protested aloud she would be punished. She kept silent as she felt Tony’s cock pop into her hole.
Normally, she would have enjoyed a good ass-fuck, but not under these circumstances. Tony’s stroke increased in frequency. Finally he tensed as his cock shot streams of hot sperm deep into Joan’s ass. He quickly pulled out and pushed his cock into her vagina again, fucking her pussy for a dozen or more strokes before his cock began to lose its hardness.
Unknown to the girls, Jack had videoed the rape. ‘This will make him pay,’ he thought, ‘and it’s two million now.’
***
The next day, Jonathon’s doorbell will ring. He’ll answer the door and the UPS deliveryman will hand him a small parcel. Jonathon will quickly unwrap the parcel and place the tape into his VCR. Watching Joan’s rape, he’ll realise he’s becoming sexually aroused. It will appear to be remarkably close to a fantasy Joan has shared with him on several occasions.
***
“What about this one?” Tony asked, pointing at Jude.
“Get her on the table.”
Joan was unleashed and manhandled from the table. Her sister felt both arms being grasped firmly as she was lifted to her feet. She felt hot breath on her cleavage. Something cold, a knife, slipped between the material of her bra and her cleavage. A slight tug and her bra fell to the floor.
“Nice titties,” the voice said. “Not as big a sis’s, but just as nice.” She felt her nipples being pulled. They were extremely sensitive and if handled correctly, she could cum just by teasing them. Already, her pussy was damp. She didn’t like what was happening. Visions of her dead husband, her sister being raped, made her tremble. A hand squeezed her ass; another undid the clip and zipper. Her denims, after a little tug, fell to her ankles. The knife again: this time it cut away her panties. Now Jude was totally naked apart from her blindfold.
“This one like her titties being played with,” Jack told his friend. “Ah yes, her cunt is wet too.” He traced a finger along Jude’s slit, feeling her moisture. He pushed hard, forcing his way into her vagina. Jude stood silently, not moving an inch in defiance.
Moments later, she was strapped to the table.
“I think sensitive nipple deserve special attention,” Jack told Tony.
Click, click. Jude recognised the sound and knew what was coming next.
***
Jonathon did indeed watch the video. He wished now that he had paid up.
“Getting another million will take another two days,” he told Jack. The line died.
“Not on long enough,” the technician told him. “We need at least ninety seconds to triangulate.”
***
Jude was hurting. Joan held her close, seeking comfort in their closeness.
“I don’t believe this is happening,” Joan told her sister. She began to get angry with herself for enjoying her rape. It was frighteningly identical to her fantasy with the exception that her sister had never been in the scene. And now, here she was, three, four, five, six days later? She worried that she didn’t know if it was night or day. It was, in fact five-twenty and day four of their captivity. She began to suspect their captors of placing something in their food, then she laughed to herself, ‘what can they put into dry toast and cornflakes?’
Jude could feel her nipples sting. She had expected the piercings, but not her belly button and clit-hood too. She reached down and touched her vagina. The ring felt good, but she didn’t want it; at least, not like this.
“What’s going to happen to us?” Jude asked her sister.
“We’ll be okay. You’ll see. Jonathon will come through.”
Time passed slowly, or maybe quickly in the blackness. Neither girl cared now whether it was night or day.
The two animals were still on Joan’s thoughts. Jude too thought about what was next for her.
“They will rape me soon, I know it,” Jude whispered to her sister. “Did they hurt you?” she asked.
“No, they didn’t hurt me. In fact, I began to enjoy it almost as soon as I felt his cock inside me. I don’t know why, but I’m beginning to enjoy the thrill, the excitement of all of this. As long as we do as they say, I don’t think they’ll hurt us.”
Jude sat quietly. Contemplating what it would feel like to be raped on that table. She had not felt a man since the death of her husband. Touching her piercing, she felt herself becoming wet.
***
Forever passed in the darkness. The girls were hungry for real food now. They were tired, but they weren’t tired, they were certainly confused, and that is exactly what Jack wanted them to be – dazed and confused.
“I have decided that there is no longer any need for you to wear you blindfolds,” Jack told them as he studied Tony’s handiwork. “But, you must do what I tell you, or you will be punished.”
The girls gingerly removed their blindfolds and squinted at the glare from the 40W light bulb.
“I must say ladies, after what you’ve been through, you are still looking remarkably beautiful,” Jack told them. He wasn’t bullshitting either. They were beautiful girls, even without the make-up, their complexion was clear, their eyes were large hazel spheres and their figure was something most women would die for.
“Do you think it would be too much if we were to ask for something other than cereal and toast?” Joan asked. She saw his eyes stare at her sister’s body. They darted to her as she asked him for food. Suddenly she felt she had spoken out of turn.
Through the two openings in his balaclava, Jack stared at Joan. “Why not?” he said after several moments. “We can’t have my sex slaves going hungry now, can we?”
‘Sex slaves?’ Joan thought.
‘Sex slaves?’ Jude trembled.
The girls talked after Jack left. The light was still on. This gave the girls another opportunity to observe their surroundings. Then, they realised they were looking at each other’s bodies. The piercings were turning both girls on and neither liked it.
Joan’s pussy had begun to smell after her rape, she had to wash the odour away. She lathered her hands and gently wash her pussy, making sure her fingers cleaned every fold of skin. She brushed against her clitoral piercing and felt a bolt of lightening shoot through her body. It wasn’t painful. She touched herself again and realised the ring had made her clitoris more sensitive.
“How do your piercings feel?” Joan asked her sister.
“A little tender I guess, why?”
“Well, it I press lightly on my clitoris, it sends a bolt of lightening through me. It’s wonderful.”
Jude touched herself. She felt nothing different, just a little excited about how her pussy looked with its gold ring. “No, I don’t feel it,” she said.
“Perhaps you’re not touching it right,” Joan told her. Joan sat next to Jude. “Here, like this.”
Jude flinched as she felt the sensation rocket through her body. “You’re right,” she stammered. Joan continued touching her sister’s clitoris. Before the girls knew it, they we masturbating each other. Soft moans escaped their lips as finger explored each other’s sex. Jude had never touched another woman before, and this was exciting. Jude, on the other hand, had had sex with her roommate at college, and several times since. Although she never saw herself as a lesbian, she liked the touch and taste of a pussy.
Joan placed her tongue on Jude’s vulva. Tasting her sister’s wetness, Joan lapped at her, tracing her tongue up and down Jude’s crack, probing from time to time. Jude felt an orgasm build inside her. Her moans became louder as her sister brought her to a shuddering climax.
Jude rolled Joan onto her back and straddled her sister. Jude’s tongue gave Joan’s pussy stimulation. Joan too, came to a shuddering orgasm as her sister stabbed at Joan’s clitoris. There was no doubt, the clitoris ring made her orgasm more intense.
The girls drifted asleep.
***
“Are you sitting comfortably?” the voice asked.
“Yes,” replied Jonathon.
“Good. The plan has changed. I no longer wish for cash.”
“What?” exclaimed Jonathon as he glanced at the cash filled bags waiting on his sofa. Then, he glanced at the two men who were going to sort out his problems.
“Yes, there is a change of plan…”
Jack gave Jonathon a twelve-digit number for a Swiss bank account. Jonathon was to wire the money immediately, or he would be receiving a small sack of his own, made from his wife’s left breast.
Jonathon typed in the number on his laptop computer. Clicking the execute button, the money was electronically transferred to a bank account in Geneva.
The phone rang again.
“Well, Mr Bartlett, I see you have followed my instructions,” the voice mocked.
“Yes, now what?”
“Now you wait. I will call tomorrow morning with details of where you can find Mrs Bartlett and her sister.”
The receiver hummed. “Bastards!” he shouted.
He dismissed his ‘minders’ when one shook his head, again unable to trace the call on his high-tech computer gadget.
***
Jude sucked on Tony’s cock, his semen oozing from her mouth. Joan was busying herself on Jude’s clitoris as Joan received a pounding from Jack. She screamed as she reached orgasm… then she woke up. It had been a dream.
“Are you alright?” asked Joan.
“Yes, yes. It’s just a dream.”
The light was still on. A key rattled in the door and the two men entered.
“Well ladies,” Jack announced, “it appears Mr Bartlett has come through with the goodies.”
Joan felt her heart race. They would soon be freed.
“Don’t get your hopes up yet,” Jack added when he saw smiles on the girl’s faces. “Before we let you go, we have something for you.”
Tony opened a large bag he carried on his shoulder. In it was small bottles of dark coloured liquids, a large battery and several other items the girls couldn’t recognise.
“Who’s first?” asked Tony.
“First?” questioned Jude.
“Ah, Miss Heskins, how nice of you to volunteer.”
Jude’s hear sank as she was taken to the table and tied down. Her legs forced apart just like her sister’s had been. ‘They are going to rape me,’ she thought.
Tony set out his equipment on a wheeled trolley he had brought into the room. He connected the battery cables to something that looked like a small electric screwdriver. Jude heard a hum as she realised the hand tool was a tattooist’s needle and the bottles must have been ink.
Jack stood next to the table, Joan at his side, her arm held firmly.
“Watch as your little sister experiences the pleasure of art,” he told Joan.
Tony dipped fitted a bottle of ink on top of the needle, and then touched Jude’s pubis. “I think we’d better get rid of this first,” he said to himself as he pulled on Jude’s pubic hair. He produced a razor from his bag and an aerosol of shaving foam. Then, after applying the foam to Jude’s pubic region, he slowly scraped away her pubic hair, leaving her pubis smooth and creamy white. He took a cupful of water from the makeshift sink in the corner of the room and rinsed away any remnants of pubic hairs and saving foam, then tapped Jude’s pussy dry with a towel. “Ah, that’s better.”
Jude had never shaved her pussy before. The sensation of the foam, razor and the occasional brush of her clitoral ring made her vagina dampen.
Click… hum… Tony began his handiwork. Jude felt the sting of the needle as it traced a thin black line over her pubis. Joan saw a letter ‘T’ form as the surplus ink mixed with a little blood. ‘The bastard’s branding her,’ she thought. By the time he’d finished, Jude had a capitol ‘T’ encased with a creeping ivy tattoo on her pubis. It was a very good piece of artwork if only Jude’s name begun with a ‘T’.
Jude was oblivious to what had been scribed onto her body. She felt the sting and the coldness of the damp clothe used to wipe away the surplus liquids. Another rinse and the tattoo was finished. Tony stood back and admired his work.
“Very good,” Jack told him as Tony nodded in agreement. Jude lay silently.
Jude wanted to know what she had been branded with, but at the same time, she didn’t want to know. She felt a bluntness press against her vagina, then penetration as Tony pushed into her. He had removed his trousers and began to fuck her pussy. Jack and Joan watched as Jude received Tony’s cock, in out, in out. Jude’s wetness lubricated Tony’s shaft making it glisten in the 40W light of the basement.
Joan felt Jack’s hand on her ass, squeezing her left cheek hard. She knew he was going to fuck her too. It was just a matter of time. When Tony was spent, she would be next.
Jude felt his cock slide in and out of her wetness. She had closed her eyes now and tried to think of good things. She remembered David, the first night they had made love in the back of his old battered VW campervan. His cock pushed harder, his balls slapped against her ass. She could sense his ejaculation approach. Several more thrusts and Tony shot his semen into her womb. Jude managed to hold back an orgasm. Her thinking of David and the physical stimulation had almost made her cum.
Tony lifted his trousers and released Jude from the table. Joan was forced in her place. Tied firmly, she felt coldness as Tony began to shave her pubic hair. Jude was now part of her audience, sperm running down her thigh. Jack took hold of Jude’s arm and pushed her to the head of the table.
“Lick her clean bitch,” he ordered Joan. Jude felt her legs spread as Jack forced them apart and him push her forward, almost making her stumble on the table. Jude felt Joan’s tongue on her pussy. After her sister’s head earlier (or was it yesterday?), she found herself wanting more.
Joan swallowed the fluids running from her sister’s vagina. Joan liked the taste of semen and Tony’s was actually very pleasantly sweet. Jude’s pussy was cleaned and Jack pulled her away from her sister’s head.
Tony had finished shaving Joan’s pubis and switched on the needle. Joan felt the sting as he began his artwork. This time, an ivy entwined letter ‘J’ was scribed. Joan found herself comparing her tattoo with her sister’s. They were almost identical, apart from the tail of the ‘J’. After a rinse, Tony stood back and was replaced by Jack.
Jack pressed against Joan’s opening and his cock entered her immediately. He pounded her vagina, making her breasts ripple violently.
Joan felt his penetration hit her womb. This always made her cum with Jonathon, but now, she was being raped again and she didn’t want to cum. He natural instincts were too strong though, and soon she heard herself moan as Jack placed a thumb on her clitoris and gently rub the little button.
He pulled out and placed the head of his cock to the entrance of her ass hole. His cock glistened as his shaft disappeared into Joan’s ass. He fucked her hard again. Joan couldn’t help but groan. She was having the best orgasm she’d had in years. She felt his cock thrusts in her ass, his groin slap against the cheeks of her ass. He pulled out and replaced his cock into her vagina. Again, pounding hard but faster now. She sensed his cumming as he pulled out, his cream spewing out of the eye of his cock and onto her stomach, breasts and pubis. He replaced his cock in her pussy for several more strokes, and then pulled away.
Joan felt a tongue lick at her pussy. It was Jude, forced to clean her sister of Jack’s sperm. Jude liked what she tasted and found herself wanting more.
She was disgusted with her own thoughts. These two bastards had abducted, raped and abused them and she wanted more.
Joan too had similar thoughts. Jack had turned her on so much with his pounding and clitoris stimuli that she hadn’t the strength left in her to sit up after her bindings had been removed.
Tony replaced his tools in his bag and the men left.
***
Jonathon slammed down the phone and ran to the door. He raced to the address given him by the voice. The old abandoned farmhouse looked like it had been unused for years. He ran into the house calling for Joan. Nothing. In the kitchen were a TV and VCR. He could see Joan laying on a mattress, and Jude washing herself in the corner of what appeared to be a basement. Four videocassettes were on top of the TV. He placed one in the VCR and pressed play. Snow on the screen gave way to a red and black picture. The camera must have had night vision capabilities. He could see Jude and Joan hugging one another, then moments later, they were masturbating each other. He couldn’t believe his eyes. He took the cassettes and tossed them into the car.
“Joan; Jude,” he shouted, but there was no reply. He searched the farmhouse and none of the rooms resembled the picture he saw on the TV. Across the yard was an old hay barn. Jonathon ran and burst in through the large wooden doors, calling his wife’s name; again no reply. He began to feel desperation set in.
***
Jude helped her sister off the table. They hugged each other then confessed the feelings they had both had during the ordeal. They were equally ashamed, but at the same time, equally excited.
“We’re dirty, hungry, tired, tattooed, pierced and well fucked. What more could a girl want?” Joan asked her sister as they both laughed.
Neither heard him call. Their laughs flooded out Jonathon’s calls. They washed themselves down and took a look at their collection of jewellery and artwork. Both actually liked it. At least Joan could say the ‘J’ was for Jonathon, or Joan. Jude, however, would have to explain away a ‘T’.
“What was that?” Joan asked. Both pricked up their ears.
“Joan… Jude…” they recognised the muffled voice.
“Jonathon,” they screamed in unison as they jumped up and down for joy.
***
Jonathon found a hatch in the floor at the rear of the barn. Opening the hatch, a narrow stairs lead to a short corridor with a door at the end. He thought he heard something. Stopping to listen, he could hear women’s voices, “Jonathon… Jonathon…”
He ran at the door as kicked it open. The doorframe was rotting and the door came away from its hinges, slamming on the floor, raising a large dust cloud.
The girls rushed to Jonathon and hugged him, showering him with kisses.
***
Jonathon and the girls never found out who was responsible for their abduction. The girls spoke of their captivity and abuse many times over the dinner table, on the patio, in the lounge. They found it helped to talk about it and Jonathon was a good listener.
It had brought Jude back into the world. She was now bubblier, she had a lighter outlook on life and she had finally begun dating again.
Joan secretly yearned for the excitement again. Her love life had improved and she had put it down to her telling Jonathon about how she was raped. After all, it was a fantasy they had shared on many occasions.
Neither girl knew of the videocassettes Jonathon had recovered from the farmhouse. When he was alone, he’d lock himself in his den and play the tapes. Many times, he’d masturbate as he watched his wife get fucked by the kidnappers.
Jonathon smiled to himself. Perhaps I should make something like this happen again, only I’d make sure the video was in colour.