This story is a complete work of fiction.
"Mmmmmmm," she sighed as the fine grains of sand filled the gaps between her toes.
For a brief moment in her hectic life, Louise Redknapp's slumbering dreams matched reality. A sun drenched beach, secluded, private and edged by the bluest water imaginable. Even with her eyes closed she could sense the sunshine warm on her bronzed skin. She was sure that no one could see her, or even knew she was here, and, as such, felt really tempted to remove her top. However, she was still nervous of who could be out there, somewhere, just waiting and so her body stayed modestly covered.
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"Stunning, gorgeous, beautiful. Just look at her," said the man to his partner. Taking the binoculars from the man who had spoken the second man looked down on Louise sunning herself contentedly by the sea.
"Fuck me," he commented as his eyes roamed over her beige sports top, and focused on the zip front undone to reveal the beginnings of her cleavage. Before he handed back the binoculars he had also studied her long tanned legs covered by a wispy piece of red silk wrapped around a beige bikini bottom that was clearly high cut and could quite easily have been a thong. "That face would look good even in an overcoat," he said feeling his ever hardening erection.
"Come on let's get down there, and sort her out!"
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Louise's peace was shattered by the ringtone of her mobile phone.
"Shit," she muttered to herself, leaning up to rest on one arm whilst the other fished in her bag. "Hello?" she said, somewhat annoyed, as she flipped the phone's answering pad down. " Yeah, that's right, I'm here for two more days, and it's my own, free, time, and no, I don't want anymore bloody photo shoots. See you in two days. Bye." She closed the phone up. "Bloody managers," she said to herself putting the phone back to rest in her bag. Settling herself back down, Louise returned to her dreams.
Gradually the heat of the sun, the sea breeze and the fine sand faded into a haze as she drifted into a light sleep. Suddenly her mind's eye went dark. Something had obstructed the sun. She could still feel the warmth on her body so it couldn't be a cloud. As the shadow in her mind slowly crept to the front of her senses, she opened her eyes.
"What the fuck! Who are you, piss off and leave me alone," she shouted angrily.
A slight flick of the front man's wrist and a long, eight inch blade, gleaming and razor sharp emerged out of his hand. Louise fell silent and began to panic. When she finally found her voice once more it was less assured and reflected the fear she now felt.
"P.p.p.please, don't hurt me. I can give you money, anything. Just don't hurt me." She begged.
This only served to ignite the lust of her would be captors. As the man knelt down beside her, she felt the blade on her face as he inserted the tip inside the bottom of her left nostril. Louise could hardly breath for fear that any slight body movement on her part would result in her nose being ripped open.
"Listen, and listen well. We now own you. For the next few hours you will do exactly as we say. Understand." Louise was silent still, completely dumbstruck by her predicament. "Do you understand?" he shouted louder. Louise nodded very gently. Very slowly he removed the blade, and Louise heaved a sigh of relief.
"No, don't. You can't," she objected, as a large, thick rope was tied tightly around her right ankle. But they could and they did.
Louise still lay on the sand, although she had propped herself up on her elbows to see the thick hemp tied very tightly around her ankle.
"Stand up," came the order.
She did, nervously waiting for their next move. She was secured at the end of a ten meter piece of rope.
"What are you going to do to me?" she quizzed. No answer came, only a lecherous smile from both men. Louise swallowed, as a creeping fear overtook her. She looked stunning dressed only in her brief, beige bikini bottoms and sports top, covered by the thin sheer red silk sarong which now blew around slightly with the breeze, revealing more golden tanned thigh to the receptive eyes of her watchers.
Flicking out the blade once more the man approached Louise. She stepped back stretching out the rope to its full length until she was forced to stop. She screamed as her hair was gripped and twisted tight in his fist. She moved her hands up to stop him, but, as her body twisted along with her hair she was slapped hard on the left cheek.
"Owwwww!" she cried, then stopped abruptly as the blade grazed her face. She dare not breath as the sharp knife moved down her neck and across her shoulders. He increased the pressure slightly and nicked her skin. Louise screamed, although it was only a pin prick. A small trickle of blood ran down her upper arm.
"I could make that a lot worse," he whispered to her, "understand?".
Louise nodded.
"Good girl. Now we want you to strip. Just for us, here. Strip naked, and do it very slowly. No one will see you, there's no one here, is there, except us. That's why you chose this place. Now go on, get to it."
She could not believe it. She was shocked and frightened, very frightened.
"Louise, remove your top please," came the instruction. Remembering the slap, the knife, and seeing the large, powerful men, Louise knew she had no option but to comply.
"Get the top off, now," the man snapped. She could not believe she was about to undress in front of two complete strangers. The men could feel a stir in their loins as, looking down at the sand to avoid meeting their lustful gazes, she took the zipper in her fingers and began to slowly wind it down.
Inch upon perfect inch of golden flesh came into view as she moved it lower and lower. A great view of her cleavage and the outline of her breasts were now clearly visible. Louise paused. She knew that she had to oblige, and, in fact, the pause only heightened the eroticism of the act. Shamefully she continued until the zip became unhooked and the top parted down the middle.
"Let's see your tits in full, Louise. Off now!"
Completing the first part of her humiliation, she slipped the top off her shoulders and, taking it in her left hand, she dropped it to the sand. The men stared at her reddy brown nipples, hard and erect in the outdoor air.
"Fuck me!" came the simple statement. It said enough. She looked gorgeous.
"Your red, silky, thingy please, off!"
Louise was now truly horrified, as, semi naked, she moved her hands to the knotted sarong. Again she stalled, but only succeeded in delaying the inevitable. Tears welled up in her lovely, large eyes and her red, pouting lips began to quiver. She glanced down at her top laying on the sand.
"Come on Louise. I will count to five. If you are still wearing that thing, we will help you get rid of it. That will be much more unpleasant for you believe me!"
Louise sobbed openly now, as the man counted.
"5…..4…..3…."
Louise's fingers touched the silky fabric.
"….2…"
"Okay, okay, just don't touch me. Please." Louise accepted her fate. Her fingers pulled at the knot and the sarong just came away, floating gently down to the sand.
"Turn around. Oh yes, look at those."
