Her heart was still beating like a drum when the two men opened the rear of the car. She was pulled from the backseat and lead into an apartment building. The grip of the guard was so strong that the young girl had no chance what so ever to resist. She had asked them frequently where they would take her...why they had captured her in front of the night-club...what they would do to her. Silvia was afraid, her body was shivering and as much as she had wanted to shout as soon as she would be out of the car...in this moment her throat resisted. It was like a giant hand was pressing her chest. Tears of frustration ran down her cheeks.
"Please...let me go..."
But the two men in dark suits did not move a muscle in their faces. They just pulled the 20 years old girl into the lobby of the building. Nobody was there, nobody would help her. Would her girlfriend miss her, would she call the police when Silvia did not came back into the hotel? She hoped so.
They stepped into the elevator and she saw one of the guards pressing the top-floor button. And then they were broad up into the pent-house. When the doors opened again, Silvia saw one huge room. It was enclosed by glass and the view over the nightly metropolis was magnificent. Not that she had any thoughts about good views at the moment. She was sweating, her heart hammered in her chest.
"Ah, there she is..."
A man in wide, loose-fitting black cloth, with a glass in one hand stepped closer. Silvia thought he was in his mid-forties, and the way he spoke, the way he seemed to be sure of himself showed her that he was in charge.
"Why...why have you brought me here...I want to go."
He just made a gesture with his free hand and the guards pulled the young woman in her wide white pants and the blue pullover closer to their boss.
The man sat down in a chair and put away the glass.
Then he looked up into her face that was distorted into a grimace of fear.
"Don't be afraid, young lady. Nothing will happen to you. What's your name?"
She did not answer at first.
He laid his well manicured hands onto her hips and instantly Silvia knew what was going to happen. But it just couldn't be. And so she asked him...cautiously...
"What do you want..."
"Well, honey...you will spend the night with me."
It was like someone had hit her real hard into her stomach.
Silvia Weis knew that he wanted to fuck her...that she had been kidnapped so that this rich man would fuck her.
-Oh my God...-
"I..don't understand," she lied.
"Well, why don't you first tell me your name, girl."
"S..Silvia...Weis..."
He smiled
"Where are you from?"
"Germany."
"Germany. How nice. A tourist. Well, I knew it from the very first moment when I saw you in front of the club. You are a very nice young girl. How old are you anyway?"
"I..am twenty..."
He smiled again.
"Alright then. You will spend the night here...," and he made a gesture that enclosed the whole pent-house, "...and we will have lots of sex. Is that clear enough for you, Silvia?"
The world around her started to twist and turn. She felt like a heavy stone was laying on her chest, she couldn't breath...
And Silvia's knees bent in; she fell onto the carpet.
There she lay for a moment, looking up into the smiling face of the rich man.
"Well, when you are ready, Silvia, you could then get up and give me what I want."
Silvia wasn't able to respond. She lay on her back, barely able to breath. But after a while the numbness subsided and she was at least able to sit up.
"I don't want to have sex with you, mister. Let me go...or I will call the police."
He put his hands into the pockets of his pants and smiled his superior smile.
"Empty threat, young lady. And now get up, I want to test what I got."
He gave her his hand and Silvia took it. When she was standing on her feet again she started shivering.
"Oh, by the way, my little, beautiful tourist...if you should consider resisting my love-making, if you should think about harming me while you ...give me a blow-job...I...," he stood up and came closer till his nose almost touched Silvia's nose,
"...I will kill you..."
His expression betrayed the seriousness of his words. He smiled like he just had made her a compliment. And this made the young girl aware of the meaning of his threat. She knew now that if she started resisting, fighting him...she would die...and that almost brought Silvia to a collapse, made her almost fainting out.
But she pulled herself together and started breathing again...
"Alright then, ...come closer darling."
She complied and stepped closer to her captor.
The man hugged the girl, laid his hands onto Silvia Weis's buttocks.
Silvia's face distorted into a grimace. She felt like running away, like waking up only to realize that everything had just been a nightmare. But when she felt his fingers probing her ass, when she heard him sighing, enjoying this pressing and outlining of her ass, she knew that this was the worst kind of reality.
The man's fingertips were running over the smooth surface of her wide, white pants. It felt cool, it was the perfect frame for the well shaped and perfect ass this girl had...
"When was it that you have been fucked the last time?"he asked while he kneed in front of her.
At first she couldn't answer...it was like he considered her to be a piece of meat. When have you been fucked?...
But when she didn't say anything, he seemed to have forgotten he asked. Instead his hands ran over the back of her legs, down...and up left and right on the outside...
He buried his face in her stomach, let the cotton of her dark blue pullover caress his skin. And all the while the rich man was moaning and Silvia knew what was happening down there, where she couldn't see it...
-Oh God...I want to get away...please ...-
Then he pulled himself away from her body, only resting his hands on Silvia's hips. And in the instant the girl seemed to relax a little...he pushed his right hand between her legs, place the hand over Silvia's vagina.
"I bet you are already wet to your ass, little Silvia."
