Maria and I had agreed to never mention the kidnapping again. I really liked her. I quickly determined that she could be "the one." She seemed to feel the same way. Sometimes, you just know it's right. After a few more dates, it seemed like we had known each other our whole lives. Then our worlds came crashing down.
I received a video tape in the mail. When I played it, to my horror I saw the scene from the "dungeon." There I was, strapped to the wall with a cock ring forcing me toward an orgasm, while my Maria was masturbating in front of me. There I was, tormenting her breasts with the clamps and clothespins, and then flogging her chest while she begged me to stop.
There was a letter with the tape. I read it, but couldn't believe what I was reading. I read it again. It ordered me and Maria to be at a certain remote location outside town at 1:00 A.M. the next morning. If we were not, the tape would be sent to my bosses at the firm and to the school administrators where Maria worked. "I'm sure everyone would like to know how you two spend your free time," said the letter.
I was totally stunned, but managed to compose myself enough to call Maria. She had received the same tape and letter. Neither of us really knew what to do next. We considered calling the police, but decided that would probably cause other problems for us. We finally agreed that our best option was just to be at the rendezvous point as instructed. We basically knew what was going to happen, but we had made it through the last time and we could survive this, too.
We arrived at the meeting place a few minutes before 1:00. As I stopped the car and turned off the ignition, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Maria and I had not spoken during the entire drive, and the silence was deafening.
Shortly, headlights were visible in the distance. As the vehicle approached, I recognized it as the shabby van of our abductors. Next to my car, the van screached to a halt and the two masked men jumped from the side door. They motioned us to get out of the car. For the first time on the trip, Maria spoke. "Whatever happens, remember I love you," she whispered. I kissed her gently on the cheek and we exited the car.
Our captors quickly blindfolded and handcuffed us and hustled us into the van. Some time later, I heard the familiar sound of the garage door opening and then closing as the van entered. Just as before, we were pushed out of the van and into a residence. Just as before, the blindfolds and handcuffs were removed. The first thing I noticed was that our captors, although wearing masks, were laughing uncontrollably. As before, it was two men and a woman. The lead male gazed intently at Maria, and said "Well, you know what to do. Get to it."
With a deep sigh, she turned to me and began to undress me. After she removed my underwear, the lead captor motioned to her to come over to him. As he roughly massaged her breasts, the female captor ordered me to turn around for them, slowly.
After I did so, he pushed Maria back toward me. "Strip her," he barked. Without emotion, I did as I was told. It was almost like I wasn't really there. It felt like I was dreaming this. Both of us naked in front of them, they then instructed me to put my arm around her and fondle her breast and ordered her to grap my cock. The younger male promptly produced a camera and took our picture in that position. "This will go nicely in the scrapbook," he joked.
They then motioned us into the adjoining room. We both knew what that meant. "I like to try new things. Don't you," said the lead captor. In the middle of the room was a wheel device with four straps. A heavy chain went from the wheel to the ceiling and down to a pulley device. They ordered me to tell Maria to get down on her hands and knees over the wheel. When she complied, they strapped her wrists and ankles and proceeded to raise the wheel until it was about five feet off the ground.
