Chapter 3 -- The Art(s) of Persuasion
The 'script' calls for a little 'motivation'. We need Elizabeth to cooperate. We need her to see that it is in her best interest.
We've already done the 'preliminaries', in the van on the way over to our warehouse hideaway. Those delicate stockings, covering those trim, toned legs, tore like tissue paper under my 'educated' touch. Her smooth, goose-pimply skin quivered beneath my fingers. Those wide eyes, implored, begged me to stop, over the cruel tape gag wrapped around her head. Her cheeks bulged, ... and, was that a tear beginning to roll down her cheek?
Certainly, Chano has 'motivated' her, too, in his own crude, hungry way. His massive paws terrified and -- despite herself? -- excited the pretty little hostage while he mauled her perky-tight breasts. I saw her eyes drawn to the bulge in his pants, when she thought I wasn't looking. I watched her squirm, reflexively, and heard her moan each time he coiled another turn of rope around her body.
I began to wonder ... do we have a little 'freak' here, with us? It would explain my attraction to her. We freaks can kind of sense each other, instinctively. If so, then maybe she'll enjoy this next part.
I kneel next to her on the mattress. She pushes back against the white brick wall, as I approach her. It's no use: I dominate her space with my physical presence. Her eyes fixed on mine. My fingers explore her bound, sumptuous body.
She shivers as my hand rolls across her bound legs. My fingers rise to her upper thighs. I watch the change in her eyes, and hear a soft, unexpected moan from behind the tape. I trace the nylon blue panties with my fingertips, and she tries to scooch away. But, I toss my arm across her shoulders, and pull her back. I can smell the sweet mix of her perspiration, and her perfume, filling my nostrils.
I breathe heavily on her neck -- intentionally. She turns her head, and shakes it "NO!" I grab her chin, and force her to face me. I fix my eyes on hers, while my 'educated' fingers slip inside her panties. She jumps at my touch, but I hold her firm in my arm. I smile from beneath my mask as I pull back a spot of wetness beneath her panties.
She gives little shakes of her head, while I explore her with probing fingers. A muffled sob, and again, a tear rolling down her puffed cheeks above the silver tape gag.
I toss my leg across her body, pinning her even further. I press my fat, hot cock through my pants, against her bare thigh. Her eyes widen when I give my hips a little 'boost', and let her feel my excitement.
I lick her cheek.
Little Elizabeth chokes a sob, and shakes her head.
My fingers continue to explore her body, now, above her waist. I unhook her smooth, baby blue bra. I expose her titties. I circle that broad, dark patch of areola, and I roll her nipples in my fingertips. I lick the side of her neck ... and, when she turns away, I play the tip of my tongue across the tight buds on her heaving chest.
I writhe my hips again, and let my cock grow fatter, heavier, and hungrier, as I rub myself against her supple, naked thighs.
I work my other leg beneath her, and behind her. I lock my legs around her waist. I pull Elizabeth back against me, and wrap my long, powerful arms around her bound body, to the front, to those delicious mounds on her chest. I squeeeeeeze! her titties, one at a time, in the palms of my black-gloved hands. She shakes her head, weakly, and moans when I play those hard nipple-buds between my fingertips, again, ...
I lick behind her ear, and whisper: "You see? Things can only get worse for you unless you tell us what we want to know.
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I then leave Elizabeth in the capable and greedy hands of Chano.
Elizabeth swallows, and tries to wriggle away from him, slowly, bit by bit. To his credit, Chano keeps his hands, more or less, to himself, this time. Not as if that were any relief to her:
Chano pulls on a hook, dangling from a rope running to a pulley above the mattress. He keeps his other hand on his crotch, massaging the mammoth erection inside his pants. Once in a while, he clucks from behind his ski mask, and squeezes himself, conspicuously, with his manhood mere inches from the face of the poor, captured Elizabeth.
She mewls, helplessly, into her gag.
While Harris and I consult on his decryption code in case we can't get Elizabeth's password, Chano becomes a bit creative.
When I look up, again, Elizabeth is laying flat on her stomach, her head turned to the wall. Her lithe, toned legs looked sweet, and inviting, and smooth, and creamy. Her skimpy blue panties barely cover her tight, teardrop derriere even as she wiggles and moans, and kicks her bound heels.
Chano relaxes ... though his bulge was still quite an "embarrassment" of riches, shall we say. He throws his legs across Elizabeth's, pinning her down. He holds the pulley-hook assembly in one hand, but he has the other large paw casually covering her ass. Squeezing, and patting, and *thwaaack!*-ing her, from time to time.
"Do you really, really think she'll give us the codes?" Harris asked, as he finishes booting up his computers. "I mean, really...?"
"That's what Chano is for, my young friend. I nod toward Chano. That's his signal.
Chano lifts himself from the back of Elizabeth's bare-naked thighs, and paws at her sweet, barely-clad bum along the way. She kicks back at him, in protest, but he snags her tied ankles and pins them in his arm.
He lowers the hook from the pulley assembly, and he pulls it between her ankles. He slides it between her calves, upward, until it catches her ankle ropes.
Chano begins to pull on the rope. Slowly, Elizabeth is lifted from the mattress. I wonder how 'freaky' she is now: She's been bound, gagged, pawed, and molested by three men who ogle over her near-naked body with big fat bulging cocks straining their pants. Now, she's hanging, upside down, totally exposed, with her tattered summer dress hanging down over her upper body!
On cue, Chano flashes a long, sharp hunting knife.
He flashes it in her face, for full effect. He squats, and twirls the blade with practiced, nonchalant skill, two inches from Elizabeth's eyes!
Elizabeth, for the first time, truly screeeeeeeams! into her gag!
>>RRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPP!!!!<<
With a flick, and a turn, Chano shears the rest of Elizabeth's delicate white summer dress from her. It drops, piece by piece, tatter by tatter, in strips and wads to the mattress below.
Pretty Elizabeth sobs ...
