Charlotte opened her eyes as the blindfold bound around her eyelids was removed by a pair of strong hands. Her eyes twitched before a sharp pain hit them. Slowly, she regained her composure. Earlier that morning, while getting ready for work, she had been abducted.
As her vision adjusted, she scanned the room and met a pair of brown eyes staring straight into her face. She couldn't see the face clearly in the dim light, but she could tell it was a man—average height, the only detail she could make out.
The figure bent down to her level. She was tied to a chair, arms bound behind her back, mouth still gagged. He played with a knife—a sharp one, the blade glinting in the dim light of the room.
"Do you know what this could do to you?" the figure spoke in a calm voice, as if what he was doing was perfectly reasonable.
She was terrified, heart pounding, unable to scream or shout.
"If I were you, I wouldn't make a sound," he said, noticing her attempt. "I was asked to kill you." He smirked.
She shivered beneath her breath. Then he smiled. "Don't worry. If you're a good girl…" He brushed his hand across her lips.
Samuel looked at the pale girl before him. This was the first time his brother had given him a task like this, and he wanted to do it right. Before him was a brunette—a pretty one at that—with full lips, black eyes, high cheekbones, and a pointed nose. Her figure wasn't overly busty, but sweat, heat, and dirt clinging to her damp clothes made her look undeniably sexy.
"If you do a good job, I'll decide not to kill you," he added, watching her whimper in fear.
She nodded quickly, mouth and hands still bound.
"Okay then." He dropped the knife beside him, walked around her, and untied her hands. She stretched them, feeling the numbness fade.
"Don't feel so relieved just yet," he added.
She nodded like a good girl.
He moved closer, unzipped his trousers, and pushed down his black underwear. His cock sprang free in front of her face.
"I want you to rub it until I come."
Charlotte was shocked by what she'd just heard. He had to be joking, right? she thought. The huge, fair-skinned cock dangled inches from her.
"You don't want to?" he added, picking up the knife again.
With fear surging through her, she grabbed it and began stroking softly. She was terrified—she didn't want to die. If only she had known, she never would have written that article. This was all because of it. She had just wanted to help her friend.
Stroking gently, she heard him moan, releasing groans of ecstasy.
"Harder… harder," he yelled. "Is this your first time rubbing a cock?"
She didn't reply—her mouth was still gagged. She increased her pace, rubbing with all her might. His moans filled the room as he began to thrust into her hands.
"You're such a good girl," he gasped. "If you make me come in twenty seconds, I might let you go."
Hearing this, she sped up, desperate to please him even though her hands were now sore. But in the end, he wasn't coming. It didn't seem like he would anytime soon. Her hands were blistered. She let go of his cock.
He gasped slowly. "You failed to make me come… so I'll have to punish you."
He sounded almost amused. Precum glistened at the tip of his cock. He walked over, untied her legs, pulled her down to her knees, then moved behind her. He pushed down the pair of pants she wore and tore her red panties off. She let out a muffled cry, mouth still gagged.
"This is your punishment," he said as he shoved his cock into her ass.
She groaned in pain—she had never had it there before. He wasn't gentle at all. He thrust harder and harder. She felt her body tearing open, eyes wide as pain filled her entire being. She was being raped. Oh God, please, somebody help me…
She didn't even know where she was or how she'd gotten here. The man fucking her ass groaned in pleasure.
"You're so fucking tight, baby," he moaned, thrusting deeper and faster.
She endured long minutes of excruciating pain before he finally pulled out and came. Her body fell limply to the floor, legs shaking, ass burning.
Dressing up, Samuel breathed a sigh of relief. Looking down at her pale, trembling frame on the floor, he smiled.
"You're going to be having so much more fun."
The plan had fallen through, the man said. This was the fifth time the bigger man had planked his head. He was tied to a chair, arms behind him, eyes and mouth untied, legs bound to the chair legs. Another man—an older, wealthy-looking one with security men around him—was drinking from a bottle of expensive wine. The beaten man groaned in pain.
"Please, I'm sorry… I'll never let something like this happen again. Please forgive me…"
His cries went unheard. Instead, the plank landed again. Blood streamed down his head, nose, and ears. His mouth wasn't spared. His entire body was covered in bruises and spots. The wealthy man didn't flinch—he simply watched as the tied man was beaten mercilessly.
***
Alex had caught the reporter who wrote the article and the owner of the reporting firm. He had handed them both to his father. His father had asked him to give the reporter to his younger brother for personal "handling," while he took the owner of the firm himself. Alex was now back in his office, enjoying a smoke.
***
Vicky woke up in her boyfriend's arms on his bed. She was wearing only her underwear; he was in his boxers. Nothing had happened last night—they had simply cuddled and fallen asleep.
Staring softly into his face, she realized he wasn't bad-looking at all—not that she hadn't noticed before. His features were appealing in their own way. She smiled. She was happy to have a boyfriend like him.
His eyes suddenly opened. "Are you staring at me?" he asked.
"No," she lied.
"Yes," he said, moving closer. He caught her lips in a kiss—slow and soft at first. Then his tongue found hers, and silent moans escaped her lips.
Seconds later, she pulled back, breathing heavily. "I have to get to work," she said, rushing out of bed.
He cursed under his breath. They couldn't even have a single hour of pleasure. Looking up at the ceiling, he realized he had to get to work too. He quickly jumped out of bed and rushed into the bathroom.