At the usual time, the two girls started out from their leafy suburb in Rachel's car. They were sisters, Rachel and Esther, on their way to college together. They had not gone more than a couple of blocks before they stopped at some traffic lights. That was when the unmarked van drew up alongside. Two masked men got out, bodily lifted the girls from their seats, clamping their mouths with sticky tape as they were carried kicking to the back of the van; cable ties rapidly secured their arms and legs and the van sped off as the lights went green. One of the men stayed in the back with them until he finished blindfolding them.
Eventually they were taken through some woods and into what seemed like a cave or an underground bunker. They were led into two adjacent rooms little larger than cupboards, where, after the ties were removed, the doors were locked. They were left alone to get rid of their blindfolds and gags. The sticky tape being quite painful to tear off, this took the girls a fair length of time. They were then ordered to take off their dresses.
"Just to make it a bit more difficult for you to escape," one of their assailants said, trying to assure them there was nothing sexual in it.
The men took it in turns to keep guard. When the one on duty dosed off, Rachel managed a few words with her sister.
"I think we're being held to ransom and when they get the money, I think they'll kill us," she said.
"What makes you think that? Why can't they just let us go?" asked Esther.
"Because they let us take off our blindfolds. They're letting us see their faces," Rachel retorted. The girls were frightened, but next morning Rachel asked if they could have a shower or at least a wash.
"All right," said Abdou, the man on duty, "but remember your sister is still locked up, so behave yourself or she will be the one to suffer!"
He opened the door and Rachel stepped back in alarm, dwarfed by Abdou's great black frame. She thought he must be some sort of athlete, perhaps a hammer or discus thrower, maybe even a boxer. She looked up at his shaven head, but his face betrayed no sign of friendliness, or, for that matter, any other emotion
He took her to a bathroom where he ran the bath and sat behind her on the toilet seat.
Rachel said, "Are you going to watch me all the time?"
Then he laughed, "Too right I am!"
It was such a relief to Rachel that he had thawed a little, she forgot to worry about the implications of having him watch her bathe. She also felt a slight gratitude that the water was clearly hot.
She stepped into the bath and lowered herself into the suds, underwear and all. Then she soaped herself all over, rinsed and peeled off her soaking clothes one by one, to murmurs of approval from her gaoler. She turned towards him, took the towel he proffered, and asked if she could have something to hang her clothes on to dry. He disappeared from the bathroom, locking the door behind him and reappeared a few minutes later with some string. He tied the ends to some wall mounted pipes.
"How's that," he enquired.
"It'll do," she replied, having wrapped the towel round her waist, leaving her bare breasts exposed to his view.
He sat back on the toilet seat and watched with interest as his half-naked captive hung her underwear neatly on the line. He could feel a rapidly rising desire between his legs. He remembered he and his partner in crime had agreed there would be no 'funny business' with these two girls. Things weren't going to plan here.
When she was finished, she moved towards him, letting the towel drop to the floor. She smiled as she reached for his fly, unzipped him, pulled out his already stiffened cock and, kneeling before him, she bent her head, stuck out her tongue and ran it around the dark purplish head, at the same time gently exercising his foreskin with her hand.
He writhed in pleasure as she closed her full pink lips over his now thoroughly rampant cock. He and his partner had watched the girls for several weeks, on and off. He was aware she was no nineteen year old blond virgin -- 'Was there such an animal?' he wondered.
What he didn't expect was the expert way she eased his whole eight inches of black cock into her throat and worked enthusiastically at making him come. It was deliciously satisfying to Rachel as she felt him rising to his climax. It was even more satisfying to Abdou as he felt his cum shooting into his captive's luscious mouth and to feel her gulping as she swallowed his spunk. She kept on sucking his cock until it began to stiffen again.
Then she held his cock standing astride him facing him. She lowered herself onto it.
He came several times and Rachel also had a couple of orgasms. The smile on her face was not so much one of sexual gratification as much as acknowledgement o a mission accomplished.
When she got back to her 'cell', Rachel managed to tell her sister what she had done.
"It's up to you now, Esther, to do your bit with the other one," she told her.
