Christine awoke to an empty van. She must have dozed off after Tony slapped her. Her hands were still handcuffed to the ceiling. She frantically looked around and tried to see out the window, although it was difficult to turn her head that far. She could barely make out the corner of a house in her view, with a forest in the background. The color was white, with black shudders. There was the edge of a window peeking out into her view. A cream colored fairly drab looking curtain framed it. Before Christine had observed much of her surroundings the door across from her opened loudly. Stunned she flipped her head around and curled her legs in front of her to avoid another assault. She recognized the driver as he stepped into the van. He crawled over to her and without a look or a word reached up and stuck a key in the handcuffs. Christine felt her arms limply fall to her sides, sore from being held up under strain for so long. Before she barely had time to think, the driver slapped the cuff on her wrist again. He then preceded to grab her upper arm and drag her out of the van. She stumbled on her way out but quickly regained her balance. As soon as she stepped out, she was immediately taken aback by bright sunlight in her face. Barely able to see, and regaining the nauseous feeling she felt earlier, Christine stumbled again, falling down on the ground.
"Come on." The driver said, irritated, and pulled her up by her arm. She fought him, but only slightly, as she was trying to gain her vision back to see if there was a way she could escape. Finally, she could make out the house in front of her again. It was very large. Mansion-like. Tall trees stuck up behind it, perfectly positioned like umbrellas in a drink. It was 3 stories tall, and all the windows had the same cream colored curtains framing them. There were now walking up a path to the front steps of the house. There were various hedges and flowers lining the path. Christine glanced behind her, and saw the van parked in a circular entrance, a fountain with an angel sculpture in the center. There was no one else in sight. Christine suddenly pulled backwards against the driver's grip on her arm.
"Please..." she pleaded "it's not too late. I won't tell anyone I promise. Just let me go... please." She tried to wriggle free of his arm but it was difficult with cuffs on, and the man was very strong.
"I don't have a say in the matter I'm afraid. Just shut up and play nice and things will go smoothly." He retorted back in the same irritated manner. What did he mean? Play nice? For what? Where the hell was she?
They approached the door and the driver gently pushed it open with his foot. Christine was dragged inside. They had walked into an elaborate entryway. Marble floors set out before them. Cathedral ceilings. A traditional-looking chandelier hung high in the air. Staircases on either side of the room swerved upwards and met each other on the second floor. Christine paused for a moment to observe this, but was quickly tugged to the left as they turned to go into a large room. It was a sitting room, or library, she wasn't entirely sure. There were bookcases lining the wall, but also various coffee tables and comfortable chairs positioned around the room. A large indoor plant sat in the far corner. Big fronds extended from the pot and cast a shadow below it. Next to this plant were a group of men. As they approached the men Christine recognized three of them from the van. There was also a taller man facing the group of three. He had black hair. The front and top portion was slightly spiked up. The rest seemed shorter. His jawline was sculpted, and a large adam's apple bulged from his throat. He was clearly well-built, a black suit and tie, tailored to his fit, accentuated his frame. As Christine and the driver approached, the man turned his head to face them. His eyes were large and very dark, piercing almost. They looked directly at Christine. She stopped struggling at that moment and was temporarily mesmerized by their gaze.
The two approached the group of men and came to a stop in front of them. The man with the black hair parted his lips to speak.
"Pretty." He stated simply. Christine caught the hint of a British accent. He wasn't from around here.
"Ya, well it took us awhile to come across her but we knew you'd like her Anthony." Exclaimed the driver who was still holding Christine's upper arm. Anthony smirked subtly and continued looking at Christine. He briefly looked her up and down.
"Bring her closer." The driver tugged on Christine's arm and pulled her closer to Anthony. She was soon face to face with him. His large eyes stared into hers. His face held a stern expression.
"Undress." He commanded. It took Christine a second to realize he was commanding HER to do this. Mortified, she looked around questioningly and once again could feel the tears well up into her eyes. She looked up at Anthony again.
"Please sir, I don't know why I'm here. Please let me go. I won't tell anyone." Christine begged him. Anthony did not seem to acknowledge her plea.
"Undress." He stated simply again. Christine stood completely still.
"Do as he says. You don't want to see what happens when you disobey him." Whispered the driver. Christine continued to stand still. She did not know what to do or what was going on. She had no intention of undressing in front of a group of strange men. Suddenly Anthony moved his hand down into his pocket and pulled out a hand gun. He slowly and calmly took a step closer to Christine and leaned down so his eyes were in line with hers. He was so close she could smell his skin. An indescribable mixture of cologne and sex. He raised the gun and gently pushed the tip under her chin. She heard a click as he cocked it. Christine was terrified. No one had ever pointed a gun at her before. Anthony's stern expression gave way to a very small smirk.
"I will command you one more time. Undress." His breath spread over Christine's face. It was sweet, yet there was a hint of gin. She whimpered and continued to tear up. She reached her hands up to her blouse and undid the last button. Anthony slowly lowered his gun and stood straight up. He watched her. She pulled the blouse over her head and gently tossed it on the floor. There were goosebumbps on her skin. Christine then moved her hands to her skirt and unzipped the back. She slowly slid it over her hips and down her legs. Finally she stepped out of it. Wearing only black panties and bra, Christine looked up at Anthony.
"Keep going." He commanded. She paused and her eyes widened. This was humiliating. Anthony thumbed the trigger of the hand gun he was holding by his side, and Christine immediately reached for the back of her bra. She undid the clasp and pulled down one strap off her shoulder at a time. Her breasts were pert. They were not large, but not small either. For her frame, they fit her nicely. She was nervous and the nipples were hard. Christine let a sob out as she pulled her panties down over her bottom and let them fall to the floor. She stepped out of them and stood fully naked in front of Anthony and the other men. Anthony smiled. He briefly looked her up and down and then brought his gaze back to her face.
"Turn around." Christine did as she was told and began to turn a full 360 degrees. As her back was towards him she heard him command "stop" and she did. She could hear him take a step towards her and felt his fingers lightly trace a line on one of her ass cheeks. She shivered but held completely still. He removed his hand and then without warning it came down with a 'smack' on her ass. She jumped forward and let out a shocked yelp. He chuckled and took a step back. She paused for a moment and continued to turn around until she faced him. She felt absolutely humiliated. The other men were smiling along with Anthony. They looked greedily up and down her body. A couple even licking their lips. Anthony however looked upon her without much expression. A little bit of a smile, but that was it.
