The businessman arrived in time at the appointed location, an alley in the outskirts of town, dripping with nervous sweat, tightly gripping a suitcase. He had been warned by the police to not give in to the criminals' demands, and he would've agreed with that... if it were anyone other than his wife. The sum in the suitcase was large enough to send his business under and make their future together completely uncertain... but at least they would *have* a future. The possibility that something might happen to her, that he might lose her... no amount of money in the world was too much if it meant preventing that.
After several agonizing minutes, in which his mind raced with the worst possible scenarios, three armed men emerged from around the corner.
"I'm alone", he said. "I'm doing everything just like you..."
"Shut the fuck up," one of the criminals shouted, waving a gun at his face. "You don't get to talk."
Another of the men walked up to the businessman, produced a cloth sack, and covered his head with it. "Remove it and both you and her die", he said. He then pulled the suitcase from the victim's hands; the businessman resisted at first, as he was holding the key to his beloved wife's survival, but realized holding on to it would only hurt their chances, and let go.
They started pushing him around to make him walk, and led him through the streets in a tortuous path. After a way too long time, they finally removed his hood. They were inside a grimy warehouse, a couple other thugs standing around, and a large, muscular man whose swagger easily pinpointed him as the head of the gang. And, in the center of the room... there she was.
She was laying on an OB-GYN's examination bed. She was gagged, her wrists were handcuffed to the bed's legs, and her ankles were tied by rope to the leg supports. She was still clothed in the cocktail dress she had been kidnapped in, and looked distressed and somewhat bruised, probably from struggles with her captors.
"What did you do to her?!" the businessman said, taking a step forward. As soon as he did, though, two of the goons pointed their guns at him, and one other pointed a gun at the woman's head.
"I believe my pal here already told you that you don't get to speak," the leader said calmly. He walked toward the woman and touched her face with a gentle caress, as she flinched away from him. "But I'll give you this one. Only this one, though. One more word from you, and you're both in the ground. After all, it's not you I'm interested in talking to here. Is that clear?"
The businessman quickly nodded, a touch of confusion mixing into the fear and anger that dominated him. Wasn't he there to negotiate her release? Who else was he going to talk to?
"Good," the boss said. He waved to one of his underlings. "Check that suitcase, will you? Just to make sure... while I get everything ready."
While one of the thugs brought the suitcase to a table and opened it for inspection, the leader walked up to a medical cabinet and took something from it. He turned around with a small vial and a hypodermic needle. "I know what you're wondering," he said, "and no, you're not the one who's negotiating her release. She is. But first... let's get her ready."
He walked up to the restrained woman, who started squirming in expectation of something unpleasant. He jabbed the needle into the vial and drew a dose, and then grabbed one of his captive's arms, pinning it against the bed as she struggled. "Don't worry... it's just a little prick." He chuckled to himself. "Well, *this* one, anyway." He stuck her with the needle and carefully injected its contents, while her husband looked on, wide-eyed, struggling not to scream.
The criminal casually threw the medical equipment into a nearby trashcan. "Oh, that's not harmful, if that's what you're asking. No, it's just some experimental drug, meant to treat sexual dysfunction, lack of desire... only this is an ultra-concentrated batch my lab guys cooked up." He caressed the sides of the woman's face, as she fearfully squeezed her eyes shut and tried, unsuccessfully, to shrink away from his touch. "So, while the effect sets in, I'm going to lay the terms of our deal out to you. Do you understand?" He pulled the gag from her mouth.
"Please, just... just take all the money and let me go!" she cried out.
"Shhh," he hushed her. "I haven't given my terms, have I?" He moved to the side of the bed, the enormous bulge in his pants coming into her sight, level with her eyes. "What I am *offering*... is this." He grabbed his crotch. "I'll fuck you, and fuck you *hard*... if you're willing to pay the price." He looked into the woman's poor husband's eyes with a cruel gaze. The businessman opened his mouth wide, his mind racing in disbelief at what he was witnessing.
"No!" she screamed. "I won't! You can keep the money, I'll never betray him!"
The criminal leader laughed, turning to look at her. "You're jumping the gun, sweetie. I still haven't finished explaining it. In fact, you got it all wrong." He walked over to the bottom of the bed, caressing her leg and pulling her skirt up. She tensed at his touch... but not in fear. "No, you don't get the money if I fuck you. The opposite, in fact..." He pulled her skirt all the way up and caressed the insides of her thighs and her crotch, which quivered in anticipation, against her conscious will. "You walk away safe and sound, *with* your money, OR... I fuck you. Those are the options."
The businessman's brow furrowed, in confusion and disbelief. He looked at his wife, and could hardly believe it when the fear on her face gradually gave way to another feeling. Something wild, primal... pure desire.
"Y-you're... insane!" she said. "Why would I choose to... to... *aah*!" she moaned, as he started kneading her moistening pussy over her panties.
"You're starting to feel it, aren't you?" the man said, a cruel smile on his lips. He briefly looked at the businessman and winked. "*Now* you're starting to get the terms of the deal." He pulled out a pocket knife, flipped it open, and cut the sides of her panties. He then pulled her panties out, threw them on the ground, and put his knife away. "It's not with me that you need to negotiate, lady. It's with your own body."
"No..." she said in a faint, hoarse voice. "No, I would never... I wouldn't..." She was trying to convince herself more than the criminal.
