Chapter 55, Tawny Forcibly Takes the Slave
"Damn, you don't have to be so rough," Ross said as he was jerked off of his feet backwards into the SUV. The vehicle was already rolling before he was all the way inside of the vehicle. Before he could even turn around, he was being roughly handcuffed behind his back. "Hey, that's starting to hurt," he cried out as the unseen hands slapped the cuffs on, striking his wrist bone hard. He struggled to sit upright but was being dragged backwards into the back of the SUV. The rear seats had been folded down to make a platform or cargo area. Jerked backwards, he ended up sprawled out on his back with his head toward the back window.
"Shut up. I don't want to hear anything from you," came a voice from beside him as he tried to sit up and see who was there. With as dark as it was outside and the dark interior of the vehicle, he couldn't get a good look at the officer's face but was surprised to see that she wasn't wearing much. Security always wore complete uniforms. Even in the dark he could see that there was a lot of bare skin exposed on the females long legs. With his hands cuffed and pinned under him, the officer quickly rolled him over onto his side, facing him away from her. She held him propped up on one side with her knee against his back, her other leg stretched over his legs to hold him down. He struggled only briefly but could tell that she was strong as her muscled legs held him down. She quickly pushed his face to the carpeting and held it there.
"Ok, you've got me," he said in a calm voice. He wasn't exactly in a position to argue or fight with her. Handcuffed and pinned to the floorboard, he really couldn't do much.
"I'm use to getting what I want and you really fucked things up for me tonight," she said leaning down and whispering into his ear. She held his face tight against the carpet. Ross didn't have to see her; he immediately knew who she was. He recognized her voice when she first told him to be quiet. It was Tawny, the former security officer for Mistress Francesca. The driver wasn't saying anything. Judging by the feel of the vehicle, it was being driven fast as they made their escape. Ross wasn't familiar with the area, but with all of the quick sharp turns the driver was making, he couldn't even tell what direction they were going.
"I didn't think that I'd see you again," Ross said to let her know that he recognized her.
"Well, you thought wrong. I've never had a male refuse me. Men have begged for a chance to be with me. So now it's time for a little pay back. You really shouldn't have been such an asshole," she said with a hiss. The hostility was obvious in her voice. Ross wondered if she might be just a little bit crazy. He also knew that there was little chance that Dr Sherry or Mistress Francesca would be calling the police to report his kidnapping. With the laws the way they were, neither the Mistress nor Dr Sherry could report the crime without getting themselves in trouble also. For the time being, all he could do was cooperate with her and try not to upset her any more than she already appeared to be.
"I was more than wanting to play with you earlier but I was supposed to be going into the arena with Darcy," he said calmly and softly.
"Play with me? I was the one that was going to be doing all of the playing with you. You don't play with me, I play with you," she said, almost screaming at him. He was only making her madder. Ross could feel her leg tighten against his, holding him down. Her hand pushed his face harder against the carpet.
She suddenly let go of his face, her hand reaching around behind her. Moving it back in front of his face, she showed him a stun gun. She pushed the button on it and held it inches from his face as the electricity crackled loudly from one touch point to the other. "Are you going to be a problem or do I just put you out right here and now? It doesn't matter if you're conscious or not, I can get what I want either way," she said into his ear. She immediately moved the stun gun down to his genitals and pressed the two electrical points up against his cock. She wasn't depressing the button but he held his breath anyway, waiting for the high voltage shock that would probably shock him into unconsciousness. The shock to his genitals alone would probably empty his balls.
"Believe me, I'm not a problem. I'm all yours," he said as calmly as possible. She held the two tips of the stun gun up against his cock, almost as if she were trying to decide which way to go. Ross held his breath.
"Roll over on your back," she said as she eased back away from him. Rolling over, Ross could see that she was wearing only a tight fitting tank top and was nude from the waist down. It was obvious that she was more than prepared to enjoy herself. She was highly sexual and bordered on insane, a deadly combination. She sat glaring at him for a moment and then her eyes traveled down his body to his crotch. She sat there staring for several moments. "If you even think about resisting, I'll zap your balls till there's nothing left but two fried little nuts. Now, hold still and don't move," she said angrily.
"I won't resist you," Ross said softly. She quickly sat up but kept her leg tight across his pinned legs, holding him down. She grabbed a length of rope from the cargo area and quickly wrapped it several times around his neck, lose enough that he could breath. She then firmly secured the other end of the rope to the back door handle of the SUV. Being completely nude from the waist down, it appeared that she was more than ready for her version of fun and was also very wet. Even in the darkness, he could see the occasional glints of wetness on her thighs. She had looked more than appealing before, but under the circumstances now, Ross found her arousing in an animalistic way.
"Hold still, don't move," she said as she eased the pressure of her leg from his. She sat upright and moved her leg off of him. She quickly grabbed another piece of rope and tied off his left ankle to the left door handle and then did the same to the right ankle. He was spread wide open and both of his legs were pulled semi tight. He had just enough slack in the rope that he could bend his legs slightly at the knee. There wasn't enough slack that he could pull his legs together. Once his head and ankles were secured firmly, she rolled him slightly and unlocked the handcuffs. She quickly secured both wrists, binding them together and pulled them tightly to the interior spare tire carrier, securing him to it.