She thought She'd Miss Him

chapter three

She tried to concentrate on the sound of the engines, the itch on her ankle, on anything but his hands on her. He had stipped her topless, and now his hands were kneeding her full round breasts painfully. Her nipples were rigid and he took full advantage by pinching them hard, \"Don\'t worry\", he hissed in her face, \"I\'m not going to rape you here on the plane. I have a whole suite for you in my villa, with a window that overlooks the grounds. You\'ll grow to love it there. You may even go outside if you wish.\"
At this her mind began to race. If she could hold on, and he was not lying she could make her escape, find a boat, there had to be a boat somewhere, it was an island! She did not see his smile, for he already knew what was going on in her mind, \"Yes, it\'s a beautiful island, and you, my dear little money whore, will be surrounded by the most wonderful things my money can buy.\"
His hands became more urgent, more firm gripped, and she let out a little yelp, instantly regretting it, her eyes filling with tears.
\"Yes, little slut, it hurts, I know, but the pain and pleasures you will endure will be far more dramatic than this for you.\"
\"Please, please let me go, please.\" he could see the tears rolling down her face even as he pinched her hard nipple harder, twisting slightly.
\"I won\'t let you go until I\'m finished with you, then I\'ll sell you to someone else. You have a long prison term ahead of you. Now I wager you wish you\'d stayed in your trailor park with some greasy drunk slapping you around. It would have been far more relaxed a life than you will have with me.\"
\"I\'m being punished for falling in love with a man who is.....,\" she choked back a new onset of sobbing, \"was rich?\"
He chuckled his evil way again, and twisted her nipple almost all the way around. She let out a wail, and sobbed uncontrolably, \"don\'t talk now. I\'ll tell you when to speak. You are my toy, and toys don\'t talk unless they are made to.
He left her then, and she was alone for the rest of the trip. Plenty of time to form plans of escape, pray and mourn her dead husband.
Brian was the only person in her life that she really loved for so long, and now he was gone. Her heart ached with a fiercness she didnn\'t know she could feel. Like a boulder sat on her chest. her crying quieted,a nd she resolved then and there to revenge him, even if he had lied to her. It may have been he was too embarrased of his urges to tell her what he really was. He was not a bad man, only confused, and he did not deserve to die.

By the time the wheels touched the tarmac, she was exhusted from crying and being livid with anger, but her fear kept her alert. She was coming to where she would be at least until she could get away from this insane person who thought her a golddigger. The plane came to a stop and she heard steps coming her way, her body tensing just as big hands undid the cloth that bound her feet to the chair. She considered kicking, but thought better of it, her hands were still bound to it, so she sat perfectly still as the ties that held her to the chair were loosed, though her hands were still bound together.
The man, whom she guessed by now was not the one who \"owned\" her, was rough with her all the same, her shame at her exposed breasts overwhelming her fear. She was grabbed by the arm and made to walk behind him across the plane and down stairs where he stopped her, his hold on her arm tight and unforgiving.
The trip was a blur of noise and smells, being pushed into a car, layed down on the seat by herself, the smell of the leather seat making her think of the jacket Brian had given her last Christmas...Brian.
When the car stopped more hands draggin her out, walking her on gravel, then through a house, the smells there were flowers, cigars and cleaning oil, finally, she was stopped, and a door closed. She stood there not knowing what to do, the silence was engulfing. After what seemed like an eternity, she brushed her face on her shoulder, trying to get the blind fold off, working it until she almost had it when she was startled into a scream by someone yanking it off of her head roughly.
\"Hello, princess. Welcome home.\"
\"Her eyes adjusting to the bright light of the room, she did not even try to look around, just stared at him and said, \"This will never be my home.\"
He smiled widely, \"Well then, I guess it\'s time to teach you some things. First, my name is Randall. To you, however, it\'s master or sir. Just a little ego on my part, but whatever makes ME happy. Second, I want you to go lie on your bed, and turn over on your stomach.\" She began to speak a refusal, and he slapped her face hard, rocking her backwards until she fell to the ground, \"I told you before that I will tell you when to speak.\"
He stood over her and pulled her to her feet, \"Now, go lay on the bed like I told you, or there will be more repricusions. She looked around her for the first time, and saw that she was in a very large room, the size of the grand living room in her home. The floor was plushy carpeted, and the furnishings were all brand new and high end oak, expensive artwork on the walls, and fresh flowers everywhere. A huge window covered by rich damask curtains was on the end wall. The matresses were king sized and thick, but on the floor, no frame, and had a steel post in each corner with steel circles welded on. She began walking towards, her body shaking in fear of what she knew was to come.
She lie on the bed as instructed, face down, her eyes looking at the armour on the opposite wall. Trying to tune out of herself, and not able to.
\"Good girl.\" He untied her hands but held them firm while cuffing them separately and chaining her to the posts her arms, followed by her legs, she was spread out in a giant X. \"That was very good, not struggling, now answer me, is it not better to cooperate?\"
She whispered, \"yes\"
\"Good, but as for the rest, your life has been all for you so far. You need to forget some of your high ideas of yourself and learn to obey me.\"
He then cut off her designer skirt and panties, leaving her fully exposed. Gooseflesh popped out all over her and it was not even slightly cold in the room.
A searing pain racked her whole body as he whipped her with a leather strap. Snap! and again Snap!
He lashed her 10 times, welting her bare ass, making her scream in wrenching pain, tears flowing freely onto the expensive duvae. She saw him throw down the strap, and the next second she felt his hand shoving into her sex, pressuring itself in. She tensed which made him laugh, \"that will only make it hurt more, slut. And by the way, you\'re already getting wet.\"
She felt it then, her arousal and it sickened her to think of her own body betraying her broken heart.
He had all four of his fingers inside of her, pumping them in and out, her moisture growing with each thrust, \"Yes, my little whore, I can feel your muscles realxing in there and becoming hot and wanting. I knew it when I first saw you.\"
He took his fingers out and crawled up on the bed, before she could turn her face from him, he grabbed her by the hair and got in her face, spitting, \"No, no, you will keep your face here.\" He shoved the fingers he was fucking her with in her mouth before she could clamp her mouth shut.\"Suck your juice from me, slut, and taste your own arousal.\"
She tasted her wetness, and smelled it all around her. \"Yes, that\'s it, clean them well. Get used to the taste, slut, you will taste much more of it before I\'m done with you.\"
He pulled his fingers out and wet to the amour. He opened both doors wide, theatrically, and inside she saw a wide array of sex toys under a television set. He turned on the set, and instantly she was watching a film where two women were giving each other oral sex. She wanted to look away, but knew his wrath would be dire. He extracted a large object that looked like a hard pillow, and brought it over to the bed.
\"Keep your eyes on that film, slut. You need to learn how to do that very soon.\"
He brough her waist up in one sweep and placed the thing, which was hard under her, the velvet of it the only softness.
\"Now, slut, I must be leaving soon or your torture would last much longer, but I did promise to rape you before I left.\" He got behind her, his hips snug between her spread legs, all at once he was inside her. With one thrust she was sent into another world.