Missing
……
Part two
Melissa started to stir. She opened her eyes to a pitch black
room. Her head ached. It took her a few moments to remember what happened. Then
she abruptly remembered being attacked, she remembered seeing John on the
floor. She tried to sit up, but realized she was tied hand and foot. Her mind
began to clear. She was gagged too. It took her a minute to realize she was in
the back of a vehicle being driven. She was moving. She tried to focus her eyes
in the dark, but could see nothing. She tried to roll to her left but hit a
wall. She tried the other side with the same results. She soon realized she was
in a box or trunk.. The drug had not worn off
completely. She began to cry and soon drifted off to sleep.
She awoke again this time she was on a mattress in a dark
room. She was still gagged and tied, but this time she was tied spread eagle.
The mattress was uncomfortable, and her body ached, she was naked and cold. She
struggled and pulled on the binds that held her in place. This caused the bed
frame to squeak. She heard someone on the other side of the door that she just
noticed move, scrapping a chair on the floor. She closed her eyes again to fake
sleep, but the person was beside her bed.
“I know you are awake. The drug takes a while to wear off and
you have been stirring for a while,” he spoke English in a thick accent.
Melissa opened her eyes, “Why have you
taken me and what did you do to my husband?”
“Ah what a sweet voice, Mistress will be
pleased. I did nothing to your husband. That would be Phillip who took you. I
am just a guard. You have been taken because my Mistress desired it. She is
very rich and very powerful. You are to be her new toy, but I talk too much.”
“Please let me go, I’m American and my
family has money. They will pay you if you release me.”
Laughing, “If I was to
release you, I would not live very long, your life as you know it is over.”
Melissa began to cry, calling John’s name. A woman entered
the room.
“Quiet, I don’t want to hear you cry, not yet anyway. I am
your new mistress. You will be my sex slave. You will do as I ask, when I ask
without question. You will be released when I grow tired of you and not before,
that is if you survive.”
“Who do you think you are, I am an
American citizen, my country will be looking for me.
I’ll see you in prison; I’ll have my father
……
The first sting of the whip across her naked breasts caught
Melissa by surprise, she cried out as the second one and the third slap of the
little whip hit her naked unprotected breasts.
“I told you to be quiet, but obviously you
do not realize the gravity of your situation.” She looked at the two men who
were now in the room. Take her and tie her to the rack. I will demonstrate why
she will obey.”
The guards released her and dragged her to the giant X
against the wall. Melissa didn’t have the strength to fight them, most likely
due to the drug. They attached the cuffs she was wearing, unnoticed until now,
to the top of the frame. They then did the same to her ankle cuffs. The X was
not perfectly straight up and down; the top was bent in as to make Melissa’s ass
and her pussy stick out. This was not lost on the Mistress; she started to whip
Melissa across the cheeks of her ass. At first Melissa just groaned, but then
she started to cry out. Melissa lost count of the number of times the whip
landed, but she was soon crying.
“You must beg me to stop. I will stop when you beg me and
thank me for punishing you, because you deserve it.”
“You go to hell.”
“Now you made me mad. Here I am trying to
be nice to you and you are rude to me.” The woman started whipping Melissa’s
pussy. Melissa screamed as the whip hit her most sensitive areas. Hanna Durfree continued to whip Melissa.
“All you have to do is beg me to stop then
apologize for your rudeness.” She started whipping harder. Melissa was
screaming with every strike.
“Ok, please stop. I’m sorry I was rude,”
Melissa had given in.
“Please stop what?”
“Please stop Mistress; I’m sorry I was
rude. I’m begging you as you asked.”
“That’s better. You could have avoided all
this pain just by obeying, but of course it would not have been as much fun for
me.”
Looking over at the guard,
“get a woman to come in here and clean her up. I want her cleaned inside and
out front and back. I want to start training her right away. You might as well
feed her too.”
“Yes Mistress; I’ll get the old lady to
care for her.”
~*~
John was in the police station trying to explain to a French
speaking desk sergeant that his wife was missing and had been taken against her
will. After about an hour, they finally called the American Embassy for an
interpreter.
“You are an American citizen?”
“Yes, look my wife is missing. I was hit
with a tzar and drugged,” John was pointing to a burn
mark on his shirt, “and she was not there when I awoke.
“I must see your passport before I can
listen to your story. Where is your passport?”
“It’s at the hotel, where it’s supposed to
be. Now what can I do to get you people to start looking for my wife?”
“What is the phone number of the hotel so
I can check on your passport?”
“Fuck the passport, my wife has been
kidnapped.”
“You must calm down sir. We will get to
that in good time, what is the phone number of the hotel so I can check the
status of you passport?” I need to ascertain that you are in deed an American.”
Reaching across the desk, John picked up the clerk by the
neck, “listen asshole, see that tattoo? It says U.S. Marines, 2nd
Expeditionary Unit, 3rd Battalion, 1st Rifle Company, and
3rd Platoon Recon. Do you think someone who wasn’t an American would have that
tattoo on his arm?”
“Well, you certainly have the manners of
an American, the clerk hissed while he was dangling off the floor. I’ll send an
investigator to the hotel right away.”
“I’ll wait for him here,” John said as he
put the clerk down.
Fifteen minutes later, an investigator from the U.S. Embassy
arrived. He talked to the clerk for a few minutes and was obviously disturbed. “You idiot, why didn’t you call me sooner?
We may have been able to get
them before they got out of the city. They could be anywhere now.”
The investigator, Paul Washborn,
approached John, shook his hand and introduced himself.
“I’m sorry it took so long for me being so long in getting here. I just heard
about the abduction twenty minutes ago. Apparently the French police have not
even opened an investigation yet, claiming there is a possibility she just
decided to leave you.”
“I had a knock at the door, when I opened it, they used a tsar on me.” John lifted his shirt and
showed Washborn the burn marks. “I fell to the floor
and some little shit stuck me in the ass with a needle.” John began undoing his
pants.
“There’s no need for you to pull down your
pants, sir. I believe you. This is not the first abduction that has happened
here. The French government won’t let the stories be reported because they are
afraid the abductions would hurt their tourist industry. Seven women have been
taken over the last three years, all but one was found alive
several months after her abduction. Unfortunately the lives of the women taken
are changed forever. Four of them are divorced, one has disappeared again and a
sixth is in a hospital for disturbed persons. The one that was found dead had
died of a drug overdose.”
“Why don’t they do something?”
“They don’t want the publicity.”
“What are you going to do, nothing?”
“Well officially, I’m here to advise you
that our office will open an investigation and that you might consider going
home.”
“Home!”
“Unofficially, we are going to the hotel
and start questioning employees. I say we, because questioning French citizens
is beyond my official capacity as an American diplomatic official. You on the
other hand are a private citizen. A rather large private citizen, so you could
ask questions without repercussions, provided you don’t have witnesses to you
breaking the laws of the country, our good backstabbing friends, the French”
“Well, then let us unofficially go kick
someone’s ass. I’m just in the mood.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.
The two men left the French police station and headed for the
Hotel France.
~*~
The two old women came for Melissa, who was still strapped to
the giant wooden X frame. The younger of the two spoke broken English. “Listen,
woman. You fight with us, beat you they will. Harm you we do not. We must clean
you inside and out. Understand?”
“Yes, but why are they doing this to me?”
“Ask, questions not, answers I can not
say. Please do not fight. Guard there watches.” She pointed to a couple of
burly looking men. “You will suffer much pain, but they will not mark you.”
The older woman put a collar around Melissa’s neck, and then
attached a leash to it. The collar had a long piece of leather attached to it
that hung down Melissa’s back. Her wrists were released from the frame and
attached to the leather piece one at a time, to two D rings in the back. Next a
short chain was connected to her ankles, which was too short for her to take
long strides, therefore she could not run. Her ankles were then released for
the frame and the two women helped her stand.
The older woman pulled on her leash and Melissa followed them
down a hall, taking small steps to a room that looked like a doctor’s office. In
the room were a strange looking examining table and several cabinets. There was
a small lavatory without a door. There were several chairs and carts lining the
walls, which had D rings at various heights. Hanging from the ceiling was a
rack on a pulley system, which had several cables hanging down with hooks on
the ends.
When
Melissa took in the room she tried to back out, but the younger girl pushed her
in and closed the door behind them. The older woman pulled Melissa toward the
examining table and walked around it pulling Melissa across it. Melissa was
forced to bend at the waist and her collar was attached to a chain at the other
end preventing her from standing up. The hobble chain was undone and her ankle
cuffs were attached to the bottom of the table forcing her legs to spread open
and her bottom to stick out. Melissa could not resist and began to cry.
“Quiet,
if you please. This will not be painfully.”
The
younger woman went to one of the cabinets and removed a large stainless steel
bowl, a large douche bulb, and a jar of lubricant. She put the items on a cart
and wheeled it to the lavatory. Melissa looked on with fear as the older woman
placed a large plastic container under Melissa, between he legs.
The
younger woman returned from the lavatory with the cart. The bowl was now full
of water. She filled the bulb if water and pushed the long nozzle into
Melissa’s pussy. She squeezed the bulb and the water went into Melissa, and then
ran out again. Most of the water went into the large plastic container, but
some ran down the insides of Melissa’s thighs. This procedure was repeated
several times until the bowl was empty.
The
woman took the cart and returned to the lavatory. The older woman took a towel
and wiped the water from Melissa’s pussy and legs. She was not very gentle and
the water stung Melissa’s ass where she had been whipped.
The
older woman picked up the jar of lubricant and inserted two fingers into the
jar coming out with a large glob of the stuff. She never said a word as she
parted Melissa’s cheeks and forced the two fingers into her, lubricating her
for an enema. She moved her two fingers in and out several times while Melissa
sobbed.
When
the younger girl returned, she started Melissa’s enema with the same large bulb
she had used on her pussy. The long nozzle went all the way in, and then the
water was forced into Melissa. Melissa was openly crying.
“If
you please, you must take eight of these. It may sting a little because we use
soap. Do not fight. If you do not take eight we must do it again. Then we will
rinse with plain water.”
The
enema went on as planned. Melissa was forced to hold in the water, when the old
woman pushed a large suppository into Melissa. After a few minutes they
released her ankles, reattached the leash and allowed Melissa to use the
lavatory. The old woman never left Melissa alone, much to Melissa’s
embarrassment. The procedure was repeated with the clear water for a rinse.
Melissa
was then led back to the table, forced over it again. “Now what,” she asked out
loud.
The
women did not answer. The old woman again lubricated Melissa. She went back to
the cabinet and retrieved a butt plug.
“No, please don’t put that into me, it’s
too big. I’ve never had anything like that up there. You promised this wouldn’t
hurt.”
The woman said nothing. She went behind Melissa and began
pushing the plug into place. Melissa resisted but her resistance was useless.
“The more you fight the more it hurts, “ the younger woman advised.”
Melissa cried at the intrusion, but the plug was in place.
The pain was so great that she almost passed out.
She
was released from the table and the leash was replaced. Melissa had weak legs
and was steadied by the two women. They led her to the lavatory where they gave
her a bath and rubbed her body with scented oil, but the butt plug remained
They
led her out of the room, naked, to the hall where Hanna Durfree
was waiting with a riding crop in her hands. She was brought before the
mistress and forced to kneel.
“Well
it’s about time. Doesn’t she look wonderful now that she has been cleaned up
from that horrible ride that you took her on, Phillip?”
She
walked behind Melissa and reached down and pushed on the butt plug Melissa
reacted to the extra pain.
“Don’t
tell me she had a virgin ass. If I had know that I
would have been there to shove that butt plug in myself. Stand her up.”
The
women pulled Melissa to a standing position. She was frightened and was looking
at the floor. With her arms attached to her collar behind her and her ankles
hobbled by the short chain she was helpless.
“She’s
got nice breasts, or as the Americans say nice tits.”
The
mistress took Melissa’s left nipple between her finger and thumb and squeezed.
Melissa reacted as expected and pulled backwards causing her more pain when the
mistress refused to let go. Instead the mistress twisted Melissa’s nipple and
pulled harder.
“Don’t you ever pull back from me, no
matter how much it hurts. Understand? I enjoy causing you pain.”
The mistress walked behind Melissa and began hitting her on
her buttocks with the riding crop, she fore handing one side and backhanding
the other. The two women who had given Melissa her bath and enema were holding
Melissa in position. She continued to hit Melissa until her ass was welted.
“There did you like that?” she asked grabbing Melissa’s
nipple again and twisting it. She then reached down and forced her hand between
Melissa’s legs. She pushed a finger into her pussy and worked it in and out.
She abruptly pulled her finger out and grabbed her pubic hair. “I want this
off, right away. Feed her and bring her back to me at seven. No go get out of
my sight.”
Melissa was taken out of the hall. She was led by the old
woman to a room with a table very similar to the one where she got her enema.
The old woman pulled her across the table and secured the chain to a D ring so
she again couldn’t stand. The old woman then removed the butt plug. The younger
woman washed Melissa’s private areas with warm water and soap.
The older woman released Melissa and freed her wrists. The
women then put a dress on Melissa, who soon realized the dress didn’t cover
much. Her breasts, pussy and ass were all ver
accessible with the dress on. Her wrists were then reattached to the back of
her collar and she was led to a different room where there was a table and
chair upon which there was a bowl of hot soup. Melissa was pushed into the
chair and one wrist was attached to the table and the other was released so she
could eat.
When she finished eating, Melissa was taken to the room where
she received her enema. She was forced to lay face up on the table and all her
pubic hairs was shaved off.
When finished, Melissa was returned to the main hall where
her new mistress was seated at a large table finishing a very elegant meal with
an older man. He watched as Melissa was brought into the room. Melissa was
forced to kneel at the foot of the table.
“Her eyes are all red my dear, have you started beating her
already?”
“She has that American attitude; you know
where little people believe that they are equal to the likes of us. So I
whipped her breasts and back until she was well stripped. She did not take it
well and was crying.”
“You had better release me,” Melissa
started, “if you know what’s good for you.”
The Mistress started to
laugh, “See, what did I tell you, arrogant to the end.
Put her across that hassock and lift the dress.”
The women dragged Melissa across the hassock and a chain was
attached to her collar so she could not stand. Next her dress was raised and
pinned up. Her ass was high and an easy target.
“Please don’t whip me. If you release me I
won’t tell a soul where I was and who had me here.”
“You couldn’t tell them if you wanted to.
You are no longer in
Melissa started to cry. “You can’t do this. This is the
twenty-first century. Slave trading just doesn’t happen anymore.”
“How na
ï
ve
,
it happens all the time. Where do you think all those women who disappear wind up?” The Mistress walked behind Melissa,
grabbed her ass and spread her cheeks, “you are blonde, with large breasts,
American and you are young. I’ll get a good price for you. You’ll be someone
else’s slut.”
“Give me that paddle,” she said to the old
woman, who handed it to her.
She
started spanking Melissa’s ass with the heavy wooden paddle from the tops of
her thighs to the tops of her cheeks, first one side, and then the other.
Melissa was crying and trying to avoid the paddle. The Mistress was not missing
at all. Finally she stopped.
“Give
me that thing, no not that one the big one. I’ll teach her to defy me.” The
Mistress was handed a large dildo, which she dipped into a jar of lubricant.
She then pushed it into Melissa’s ass. Melissa screamed in pain. The Mistress
started running the dildo in and out very fast while Melissa cried out in pain.
The Mistress was enjoying herself so much she had an orgasm. She finally
stopped and removed the dildo.
She
walked around to where Melissa’s head was and grabbed her hair, pulling her
face up. “Now you listen to me. You are going to lick my pussy until I tell you
to stop or I’ll put this thing up your ass again. Understand?”
The
Mistress forced Melissa’s face into her now bared pussy and Melissa started to
lick and suck her Mistress’ pussy. She continued for some time while the
Mistress had one orgasm after another. By the time she was ordered to stop, her
neck was aching. Melissa was left tied to the hassock for some time and had
dozed off.
Melissa
was suddenly awakened by someone trying to force his cock into her dry pussy.
She cried out and her assailant pushed harder. Once he was in he started to move
like a piston engine and soon shot his load deep into Melissa.
“What
are you doing? Who gave you permission to fuck her? I told you I would let you
have her later.”
“Yes
my dear, but she was just lying there and looked so
tempting.”
“Now
I’ll have to punish her for allowing you to fuck her.”
“I know, I’m sorry dear.
“It’s
not like I let him,” Melissa cried.
“It
doesn’t matter, now you’ll also get punished for talking without permission.
Have you cleaned off your cock yet, darling?”
“No, my dear.
I had just finished when you came into the room.”
“Good.
Now listen to me you little slut, he always has a hard time coming a second
time, so he is going to put his dirty cock in your mouth. You will suck his
cock until he comes. All the while I will be spanking you with this paddle. If
you bite him, or if you take too long, I will line up my stable hands to screw
you in the ass one after another.”
The
man, who was the man that had been at the Mistress’ dinner table, grabbed
Melissa’s hair pulled her head up and then stuck his cock in her mouth. Melissa
didn’t move right away until the paddle started hitting her ass. The Mistress
was hitting her hard. Melissa started to suck, but the paddle kept
falling.