by J K Waylon
Ms Justice froze. That wasn't good.
"I'm not used to people hesitating when I give an order," Ricardo said. "And to disobey me is severely punished. So, remove your pretty top, Ms Justice."
She nodded, bit her lip, and started unfastening her bustier, top to bottom. It only took a moment, and she pulled it away to reveal her breasts on Skype. He paused to soak in her charms, licking his lips.
"Move the chair back so I can see all of your body," he said. She obeyed, rolling back a few feet. "Stop. Now take off your bottoms."
She managed to only hesitate half a second, before standing. Hooking her thumbs under the elastic waistband, she wiggled her hips and pushed down, working the short-shorts down over her legs and boots. Then she held them up for him to see, before tossing them atop the discarded bustier.
"Now, Ms Justice, remove your gloves," he commanded. She obeyed, tossing them upon the growing pile. "You got pretty hands, Ms Kelly. I love your long, red nails. I love them even better pinching your nipples."
Ms Justice gave him a withering look, but noticed her husband in the background. One of the Latina women was stroking him to rock-hardness. It was bad enough she was being forced to put on a video sex show, but they were abusing him as well.
"Forget him," Ricardo commanded. "Focus on me. Look me in the eyes. Do not look away." She obeyed, catching and holding his eyes. "Now, pinch your nipples."
Ms Justice had no choice but to obey. She pinched both nipples, before pulling and rolling them. The most amazing sensations rippled through her increasingly hot, fluttery body. She felt a thrill crawl up her spine, before she swallowed hard and started panting through her slightly open mouth. Ricardo's intense brown eyes bore into her, exposing all of her dark needs and desires. She hated how aroused she was becoming, but was helpless to stop it.
"Fondle those big, juicy tits, bitch," he sneered. "Squeeze them. Play with them."
Ms Justice began to squirm in her chair. Her pussy felt so hot, so tingly, so WET. Her legs spread wider of their own accord. She felt sweat prickle her skin, starting to get all wet and shiny, especially between her tits.
"Keep one hand playing with your tits, in the best way to give yourself pleasure," Ricardo said, sounding breathless as well. "Other hand. Down. I mean, masturbate."
He looked as aroused as she felt. Ms Justice avoided looking at her husband, not able to endure the look of scorn she knew he must have been giving. She was such a whore, folding too easy, succumbing to Ricardo's dark demands without any kind of fight. So shameful. So humiliating.
While her left hand pinched, pulled, and twisted her hard, erect nipples, Ms Justice's right hand slipped between her open legs. She found her waxed-bald pussy sopping wet. Her delicate fingers squished noisily as she rubbed circles around her sex.
"Uggh," she cried out. Her Skype gaze with Ricardo intensified as her body filled with the sexiest sensations. Her fingers, tits, and pussy were rocking her boat like never before. Was this what other heroines meant about capture sex? Her body had never felt so intense before. "Lord help me."
She leaned back in the chair, back bowed, and fingers moving furiously between her legs. Her eyes rolled up as that wonderful surge to climax started.
"Oh Lord. Oh Lord," she gasped. And then insane pleasure erupted deep within, flowing out in waves throughout her shapely body. "Aaaggh!"
"Ah, yes. Well done, Ms Justice. I am happy. The money hit my account just as you climaxed. Muy excelente! Well done indeed, Ms Kelly," Ricardo said. His eyes narrowed, voice becoming more menacing. "Now, get a pen and paper. I'm going to give you an address. Come to me as Kelly Kavanaugh, famous conservative TV pundit. I want you all decked out like you are going on TV. I think you are very beautiful and sexy."
Her throat was almost too tight to speak. "Wh-What else do you want, Ricardo?"
"I want you," he said. "I'll trade Robert Kavanaugh for Kelly Kavanaugh."
There it was. The revelation left her numb. Ms Justice had to give herself for her husband's life. Ricardo wanted to possess her, own her. He wanted her as a plaything, a fuck toys. Ricardo wanted to enslave her.
She picked up a pen with trembling fingers, hot tears rolling down her flushed cheeks. "The address?"
Chapter 10
Ms Justice stared at the blank screen for a long moment. Her mind was in turmoil. She wasn't about to walk into a trap. That, she could deal with. No, she was about to willingly hand herself over to a known criminal, a smuggler, a man deep in the sex slave trade.
"I'm just going to give myself to him, and pray he keeps his word and releases Robert."
She stood upon wobbly legs. The shapely heroine had to put a hand on the desk to steady herself when she almost teetered off her heels. It was still a struggle to breathe, her belly quivering after that intense orgasm. Ms Justice still couldn't believe she'd stared so intently into Ricardo's eyes while rubbing one out.
"Lord, I feel so dirty," she whispered. "I feel like I just cheated on Robert."
Consumed with fear and shame, the naked heroine stumbled to the master bedroom, and into her vast closet. She pulled off the mask first thing, and then unzipped the red thigh boots and removed the gold belt. She hesitated with the choker, but she probably wouldn't get away with wearing it to their rendezvous. The medallion would alert them to trouble.
She stuffed the boots, belt, mask, and medallion into a small suitcase. She might go to Ricardo as Kelly, but she'd take her costume just in case.
Yeah, right, just in case. I've never been in this deep before. I can't imagine a scenario where I escape to don my costume again.
Still trembling like a leaf, Kelly pulled on a pair of black hose. Then she put on a garter belt, attaching it to the hose. Next she stepped into an uber sexy pair of black Christian Louboutin Hot Chick pumps. The sexiest shoes ever created, in her opinion.
The happier I make Ricardo, the more likely he'll release Robert.
Kelly didn't bother with a bra or panties. She pulled on a form-fitting one-piece bandage dress, with a very high hemline. Her sexiest, lowest cut little black dress. It left nothing to the imagination, revealing a lot of deep cleavage and showing off her tiny waist, well-rounded hips, and sweet round buttocks.
Next stop, the bathroom. Kelly curled her long blonde hair, before applying bright makeup to catch and hold Ricardo's full attention. She finished her look off with a matching diamond chandelier earrings, choker, and bracelet set.
"He wants to despoil a rich, powerful celebrity," she said. "I'll give him Kelly Kavanaugh in spades."
As she applied a final coat of bright red lip gloss, a vision of his cock siding in and out between those lips filled her head. Briefly, she wondered if they could have avoided everything if she'd sucked his putrid cock when he'd wanted it earlier. He seemed awful intent on nailing her now.
Picking up Robert's keys, she took the small suitcase to her office to retrieve the rest of her costume. Then she found her husband's silver Land Rover in the garage. After hiding the suitcase in back, under a blanket, Kelly entered the rendezvous address into the SmartCar GPS unit. The automotive direction finder company was one of her sponsors.
A soft feminine voice directed her to head south on her street. Kelly released herself to mindlessly follow the device's directions. She had one in her own car, but never used it. The busty blonde never did like being told what to do, or where to go. Even when she wanted to go there as fast as possible.
I guess I better learn to be more… Obedient, she thought, blood running cold.
She understood that wouldn't be a problem. Once completely under Ricardo's control, he'd be able to brainwash her fairly easily. She was confident a veteran of the human trafficking trade would be well-versed in how to subjugate and brainwash women of Amazon descent. All it took was lots of intense sex, because their minds became super malleable upon orgasm.
"I'm in so much trouble," she whispered. The more she thought about her fate, the more aroused she became. Soon, the
beautiful blonde was squirming. "I'm so sick."
She tried to do meditation exercises as she drove, clearing her head of any dark, sexy thoughts. Kelly concentrated on getting Robert freed. Nothing else mattered. So when she reached her destination, it kind of startled her.
"So quick?" A glance at the dash clock showed she'd been driving for twenty-eight minutes. Then she spotted them. Four Latinos in suits. "Excellent. A welcome party."
Actually, they seemed more like receiving clerks in her mind. Receiving another piece of human merchandise to auction off to a dockside brothel in some deplorable Third World backwash.
Kelly looked past them, at the dark structure looming over everything. It was a turn of the century red brick building. She couldn't tell if it was late 19th century or early 20th century, warehouse or factory, but railroad tracks ran behind it.
The men surrounded the Land Rover, opening all four doors at the same time. Kelly was promptly yanked out of the driver's seat. Her wrists were pulled back and handcuffed. She watched the men search the expensive SUV. Of course they found her suitcase.
"Ricardo thought you'd bring your costume," her handler said, and punched her in the ribs.
"Ugh," she cried, feigning far more pain than she actually felt. After all, she was supposed to be depowered. "It's habit. Besides, I thought he'd like to have it as a battle trophy. Most bad guys do."
This time he punched her so hard it really did hurt.
"Ugh!" Kelly was doubled up over his fist, gasping and coughing, tears flowing down her face. "Lord, I'm cooperating. You don't have to beat me. Without my belt on, I'm just a normal woman."
Her handler shoved her back against the Land Rover, palmed the back of her head, and looked her over with appreciative eyes.
"A very beautiful woman," he said, and claimed her lips in a long, deep kiss. His free hand copped a feel, while their tongues danced in her mouth. Kelly didn't fight him, and after a moment she actually pushed back into the kiss. "Umm, si, she has the Amazon passion."
The other three surrounded them, and for a second Kelly thought all four of them would take turns with her then and there. She couldn't imagine them keeping to just kissing and groping. But then her handler released her hair and grabbed her upper arm.
"Ricardo is waiting."
He fast-walked the celebrated conservative pundit into the dark building. She realized the building was long abandoned the second they entered. Word was Synne City had more such buildings than it knew what to do with. Entire districts full of abandoned structures. Probably one of the reasons crime was so rampant. It was a smuggler paradise.
They took her down into the basement. There was a large room converted into a "studio" with bright lights and video cameras. Even a small bed. She grimaced, realizing what they intended. The first thing every bad guy wanted was to utterly humiliate a captured super heroine. Kinky sex was their preferred manner of delivering that heavy dose of humiliation.
Then she spotted Robert across the room, still bound naked on the St. Andrew's Cross.
"Robert!" she cried, lunging toward him. Her handler quickly restrained her. "Let me go."
"Silence, Kelly Kavanaugh," Ricardo said. She froze, jaw dropping as she regarded him. "Thank you for cooperating so well." He wagged his brows. "And for putting on such a wonderful show for us on Skype. We did record it, so after we auction you off, I'll sell the video to a super heroine porn site." He indicated their little studio. "Along with as the other videos we make with you tonight."
"I hope you know you won't get away with this," Kelly said. "I will be avenged."
Ricardo pressed up close, lifting her chin with two fingers. Kelly stared up into his dark eyes defiantly. He looked amused.
"Is it true, Ms Justice, that this is your first defeat?"
He cupped a large, firm breast and gave it a squeeze through her tight dress. Then his thumb began sliding back and forth across her sensitive nipple, already so erect and poking hard at the fabric. Her breath caught. She so hated how good that felt.
"Yes."
"Offer me your lips."
Kelly averted her face instead. His hand tightened painfully around her tit.
"So you've decided to stop cooperating?" he asked in a menacing voice.
She glanced at Robert, steeled herself, and shook her head.
"No. I fully intend to cooperate with whatever depravity you have planned for me," she said, throat tight. She looked up at him, held his eyes, and offered her glossy red lips to him. "I am y-yours, Ricardo. I b-belong to you now."
Their lips melted together. Her body immediately changed, libido fired up. Her mind might be horrified, but her Amazon body knew the game. Her traitorous body began to tingle, pussy getting wetter and wetter. Even her mind became more and more sluggish the longer the kiss lingered. Soon, she pushed into it and a tiny moan bubbled up.
Someone removed the handcuffs and unzipped her dress. It had one long zipper up the back, so it was easily pulled off. Ricardo wrapped her up in his arms, holding her so tight. When he finally released her lips, the gunrunner kissed his way down her neck, and to her boobs. Kelly writhed within his arms, moaning and groaning while he smothered her tits with kisses.
Ricardo finally released her, leaving Kelly teetering atop her stilettos. She noticed all five of the Panamanian men, and both the Latinas, now stared at her naked body with hungry eyes.
"A garter belt and hose?" Ricardo asked.
"I wanted to show you how eager I am to p-please," she said. "I want you to see how well I'm cooperating and keeping my side of the bargain. I'll do and be anything you want as long as you let Robert go."
"We'll see," he said. Ricardo held out his hand to one of the Latinas. Then to Kelly, "Kneel."
She reluctantly dropped to her knees before him. Her eyes went straight to the growing bulge in his pants. Kelly licked her lips, mouth watering. She already felt her face heating up. And then the other woman approached, with a blue mask in hand. Ricardo accepted the mask from her.
"Ms Justice," Ricardo said, pressing the mask to Kelly's face. The two-side tape held. "You will suck my dick this time."
Kelly looked across the room at her husband. Robert was still gagged, but shaking his head adamantly. She turned back to her captor, looking up into his triumphant face.
She rose up on her knees, reaching out for his crotch. Kelly unzipped Ricardo, fished his cock out, and stroked it to rock hardness.
"Yes… Master. I will do anything you ask. I am yours to command."
Chapter 11
That bastard, Ricardo, shifted so her husband would have a perfect side-view of what Kelly did. She gave him a dirty look, shifted her own position, and gave his cock a few more firm strokes. But the closer she got to actually performing a sex act with him, the harder it became.
Lord, this is the hardest thing I've ever done.
Kelly leaned forward. She looked up and held Ricardo's eyes while she slowly pressed her lips against his bulbous dick head. Her kiss lingered, before her tongue slipped out for a little lick. Then she pushed his cock straight up, before kissing his big, hairy balls. That was followed by a long lick from balls to tip of his cock.
Ricardo palmed the back of her head then, so she opened wide and went down on him. She heard Robert struggling, heard his gag-muffled curses. But Kelly continued to hold Ricardo's eyes, seeing dark victory staring back at her. She bobbed up and down his shaft, taking him deeper and deeper until he tapped the back of her throat.
She tried to imagine him as Robert, to make it easier. No go. Still, it became easier with every bob. Her lips tightened around his shaft, and she started working her tongue, working in some suction. Her captor gasped, rose up a little on his toes. He buried both hands in her soft hair, getting a tight grip. The pain of that hold rippled through her body, exciting her libido even more.
Kelly began panting through her nose. It felt so hot in there. So hot. Her pussy's tingle slowly faded into an achy throb. She surprised herse
lf when she rubbed her tits across his legs, trying to stimulate her nips.
"Mmmmm," she moaned wantonly. Dear Lord, the Curse of the Amazons is starting to drag me down.
The hapless heroine pulled off his cock, pushed it straight up again, and rubbed her masked face in his sweaty balls. She gasped and groaned, her insides throbbing with achy, fluttery heat. Kelly licked one ball, and then the other. She sucked one completely into her hot, wet mouth and sucked until Ricardo gasped, hands tightening even harder in her hair.
"Quick," he cried out. "I'm about to come."
Pulling his cock back down, Kelly opened wide and took him to the back of her throat. His balls slapped her chin as he took charge. Ricardo held her head still, while he thrust hard and fast into her hot, eager mouth.
He cried out in Spanish, followed by hot, viscous cum flooding her mouth. Completely filled her mouth up, in fact. Without thinking, Kelly pulled off, and spit it all on the floor between Ricardo's feet.
The Panamanian brutally backhanded her.
"Forgive me!" she cried. "It's not an insult, master. I always spit. I've never swallowed in my life. It's… It's so nasty."
Ricardo grabbed her by the hair, shoving her face to the floor. "Lick. It. Up."
"Y-Yes, master," she whispered. Face super hot, Kelly started licking. And swallowing. She gagged, coughed, and even dry heaved once. But he held her down until she licked up every drop of cum. And swallowed. "Forgive me, master. I'll be good. I promise."
"You better," he growled.
"I swear on my honor as a super heroine, that'll never fight you once you release Robert. I'll obey you without question," she said. Tears flowed, hot and wet. "I'll be your absolute slave. I'll n-never try to escape. And if rescued, I'll turn myself back over to you, or whomever you have sold me to."
"Your word of honor?"
"My word of honor," she said. "As long as you keep your word and release my husband."
