Romance: Kidnapped For The Billionaire's Pleasure - The Complete Series (Contemporary, Taboo, BDSM) (7 page)

She began
to weep and even though I was angry, it pained me to see her living
out her hurt in this way. When she began to speak again her voice was
low and her shoulders sagged.

“
The
Jordan family owned me. They would tell their little girl that I was
the live in maid and she believed them. I barely knew any English,
but that was soon fixed. After the whip lashes, I had no choice but
to remember how to say please, and thank you very quickly. When I
left the shipping container, they brought me in, I was in a house
with other girls he owned and much like you, from as young as twelve
years old they were ‘hired out’ to different people.

“
When I
was about sixteen, I went to live in the family house and it's there
I got my lesson in sex and submission. Funny enough, it was his wife
who made his sick desires possible. One day she came to me and said,
‘Mae, its time to show Mr. Jordan how much you appreciate him, you
will do as I say and not resist him in any way.’ Of course I
complied but I didn’t know what I was agreeing to. Their basement
was the place they acted out their sick ideas and I had to play along
or face the consequences.

“
She
took me to the room where there were only a few chairs and a slipshod
table. She ordered me to strip off my clothes and lay back on the
table. I hesitated at the idea of getting naked in front of her, but
the slap in my face reminded me of just how this arrangement worked;
they gave orders and I obeyed. She brought a piece if rope and went
to work. One at a time she bound my thighs to my arms and I was
unable to shut my legs. Then she bound my mouth with some of the same
rope. She was an older woman and I couldn’t understand why she
didn’t have compassion for me, but I couldn’t beg her to untie me
because of the gag.

“
As I
lay there totally terrified she decided that she wanted a taste
before her husband came in. She started to finger me, this was the
first time anyone had even ventured near my pussy and I didn’t know
what to feel. As she moved to my clit the sensations started to
excite me and I became so upset with myself that I was starting to
enjoy the feelings this sick bitch was creating between my legs.

“
I
didn’t know that you could put your mouth on people's privates, but
when she did it opened my eyes to a whole world of stimulation and
arousal. She smiled as she studied my face, and the cum running down
my thighs was enough to let her know I was ready. She yelled
upstairs, 'John I have a present for you! Come on down.’ I was
shaking, I was so afraid, I couldn’t defend myself because I
couldn’t free my arms or legs. He was a short man, not even as tall
as me, but his dick made up for his lack of height.

“
He
came down and pretended to be shocked that I was there wrapped up
like a present at Christmas for him. His wife took a position on one
of the chairs, and he walked forward. The first thing he did was
pinch my nipples and that hurt till the tears came from my eyes.
After seeing me flinch, he thrust his fingers inside me and the pain
was even more intense. I was a virgin up until that point.

“
He
never took off all his clothes. Instead, he just unzipped his pants
and took his cock out. It was already stiff and he wasted no time in
forcing himself inside my tight space. When I realized that there was
no more pain I relaxed but that angered him, he wanted to see me in
pain it seems and he slapped my pussy until it turned red and I
couldn’t help crying even more. He entered me again and this time
was rougher than the first. I could feel his dick deep inside me and
he was going quickly.

“
Again
and again he rammed into me, never speaking, only grunting like an
animal. He was sadistic and pain got him off. When he finally
climaxed. he withdrew from my pussy and forced it into my ass. That
was the pinnacle of pain right there. I remember almost choking on my
spit and the frayed rope in my mouth. He liked to give it to me in
the ass, and I hear Shaun liked it too, that’s why when I fucked
him, I let him go to my forbidden hole.

“
Did you
enjoy watching him eat my pussy? Or was the ass fucking enough to get
you wet? I hear you turn frigid and cold when the man wants to fuck
you raw. That's why I personally believe that you didn’t deserve
him. He has so much potential and you just are a traumatized old
woman who doesn't know how to please a man.”

I wish I
was surprised at this monologue, but for the most part I wasn’t.
What had happened to Mae was the plight of many girls, and I was
accustomed to the gory details by now. What did surprise me, was the
details of my sex life that she seemed to know so well. Was Camilla
leaking information about our therapy sessions? The way this plot was
unfolding I wouldn’t be surprised. She was speaking again and I
tried to listen, but I had begun to think of ways to get free. It
seemed I was always fighting for my freedom, one way or the other.

“
My baby
wasn’t still born Akemi, she was healthy. A chubby little girl I
named Flower. I was allowed to raise her until she was about three
and then one day a truck pulled up outside. It reminded me of the one
we were moved in the day we left our parents. I began to search
everywhere for Flower but I never found her. Mrs. Jordan saw me
searching and said, “silly bitch, do you think we were going to
keep her and feed her? She’s just like you, something to be bought
and sold. Now shut the fuck up with your crying and get back to the
laundry.”

It was
time for me to talk now. All this self pity shit she was giving me
was no excuse for kidnapping me. I wondered again if Shaun was in on
this or this was a coincidence.

“
Alright
Mae, so they sold your daughter and you kidnap me? How does that
solve anything? And from what you suggested earlier, you have my
daughter, if this is true I want to see her. “

“
Of
course, sister dearest.”

Boris
untied me from my chair and stood me up. I leaned on him because my
legs were numb. As we moved off in a line; Mae , myself and then
Boris, I made note of the phone in the far corner.

Mae was
holding the girl under similarly disgusting conditions. The room was
smaller and smelled of urine. There were no windows and the small
girl was crying when we entered the room. Obviously she had no idea
who I was, and cowered in the corner while I stared at a miniature
version of myself. Down to the dark, sad eyes were mine. Mae said
her name was Katelyn.

“
Hi
Katelyn, I know you are afraid, but I promise you, everything will be
alright.”

“
Both
Boris and Mae laughed and he said, “we will see about that!”
Before yanking me from the room where my offspring sat crying. In
only a few minutes my maternal instinct kicked in and I knew I had to
save her no matter what.

Back in my
chair, only the rope at my wrist confined me. Mae had left and Boris
had taken her place on the chair in front of me. Boris was German,
his hair was whiter than snow not because of age, but because of his
European gene pool. His accent wasn’t thick but it was ever present
when he spoke.

“
I've
always liked you Miss, and I was so sorry that it had to come to
this. We all need money, you see, and your husband has lots of it. I
can tell you where Mae has gone! To the bank! Yes, we are cleaning
out your personal accounts now, and we will be speaking to your
husband about liquidating his business assets if he wants to see you
alive again.”

Thanks to
Boris I could at least die knowing Shaun was a victim and not a
co-conspirator in this mess.

“
Both
you and Mae were paid handsomely every month, why would you mess that
up and try to extort more from us?”

“
Oh its
not me, Miss, a cut of the money from your personal bank account is
enough for me. It’s Mae and her boyfriend who really wants to get
you. He's hell bent on watching you suffer and Shaun too.”

Mae had a
boyfriend? I had never heard of this mystery man and I couldn’t
resist asking who the fuck he was. Boris was full of answers.

“
Do you
remember the guy who was Shaun’s business partner from their little
company?The man you took down when StarLink came under investigation,
Colin, he’s fucking your sister now.”

This was
going to be a catastrophe. Colin was not a man who would forget the
pain of being in a cold jail cell. From what I remembered he was
sadistic and enjoyed suffering- his own or anyone else's. Boris stood
up and walked towards me.

“
Akemi,
I've watched you so many days, you and your husband make love with me
standing right outside the door. Why wouldn’t you get wet for your
husband Akemi? According to Mae he can handle himself, so it must be
you then. I bet I could make you wet. Let's give it a try.”

I was
horrified. Boris? Of all the people in the world, why was this
happening to me? He walked forward and with one hand, he ripped the
garment off my skin leaving my bra exposed. He smelled the fabric and
rubbed it against his face. Letting it fall to the floor, he repeated
the action with the skirt and I was all but fully naked. “Open
those legs for me Akemi, let me see this frigid pussy.”

I didn’t
obey, and the slap across my cheek was a reminder that though I had
the money, I no longer had the power. Reluctantly, I did as he asked
while I fought back the tears. He dropped to his knees and rubbed his
face against the smoothing satin that made my underwear. Getting up,
he retrieved a bottle of water from the table and opened it. The
remainder he poured right between my legs and watched as the fabric
stuck to my skin. Pulling the wet material tightly over my pussy, he
pinched the lips and laughed at the wince I gave in reaction. He
wasn’t rough in removing the panties, but he did seek to terrorize
me when he produced a knife. Running the blade over my skin slowly,
he watched me whimper before slitting the sides of the panties and
watching them fall into the chair.

With one
free hand, he yanked the ruined underwear from under me and again
rubbed it in his face. These were the type of men that watched the
rich play with pussy all the time, but never got a chance to indulge,
and for that reason he was savoring the moment.

He laughed
maniacally as his eyes found the water bottle and retrieved it while
looking into my eyes. The chair was small and I wasn’t a short
person. Because of this, he sought to get more comfortable on the
floor. As my back pressed against the cold concrete of the dirty
floor I shut my eyes; I didn’t want to see what was going to happen
next.

When his
fingers clamped down on my nipples was when I finally opened them
again. He was giving instructions.

“
You
will look at what I am doing to you, this is how a woman gets wet.”

The bottle
wasn’t the cheap plastic kind, it was glass and shaped like a wine
bottle, smooth and curvaceous. Uncovering it, he checked to see the
bottle was still half full of liquid. He didn't ask me to open my
legs this time, he placed his heavy knee on one and the other one
fell open instantly. Boris thought this was a game, and with bound
hands, I couldn’t scratch out his eyes like I really wanted to.

I’m sure
my clit had been hiding, totally afraid of what would happen if it
emerged, but Boris tried all the same to coax it out. The mouth of
the bottle was cold from the chilled water it still contained. Using
his hands to separate the two sides of my slit, he passed it back and
forth over my hood, until, finally it came out. I didn’t want to
feel one ounce of pleasure from anything my captor was doing, but it
was reflex.

He
obviously knew how a woman would react to this stimulus, and laughed
at my trembling body. The water in the bottle sloshed out as his
large hand manipulated it. Moving on to something more interesting,
he slid the bottle down to the hole that was rumored didn’t get
wet. Tilting the bottle, he allowed the clear liquid to run before
inserting the spout into me.

The cold
water flooded my crevice and I trembled again, not from pleasure but
from coldness. His laugh returned and he thrust the object again,
causing more water to flow out. My involuntary orgasm was building
and as my muscles clamped down onto the glass I felt pressure like I
had never felt before. The glass was now streaked white from my
juices and Boris added his tongue to my clit. That was the final
chorus; my pussy muscles forced out the bottle and the liquid shot
out behind it. I lay there totally disgusted with myself and the bile
began to rise in my throat.

Boris
disappeared and came back with an old rag of a dress for me to put
on, and I accepted it because it gave me a chance to free my hands.
He walked away from me as I slipped the dress on, and I saw it as my
only opportunity. The chair I occupied was old, but I figured it was
sturdy enough to do the job. As the dress slipped on, I swung around
and grabbed the chair in the same motion. I felt a sense of release
when it connected with the back of his head. The blood made a pink
trail down his neck as it mixed with his hair and he landed face
first on the table with a thud.