I couldn't believe my eyes. It's every girl's nightmare to be seen naked by her family. I just never imagined that nightmare including Tyler or the toys filling my orifices. Tyler was enjoying the view a lot more than my father. My father's focus was more on Blake. Was there something I was missing?
"You shouldn't have come here," Blake barked at my father.
"I don't really care. You shouldn't have kept her for yourself, boy," my father commented.
"Yeah, well, I didn't ask or care for what you have to say," Blake replied.
"Tyson, did though," Tyler interjected.
Both Blake and I shifted our views to Tyler dumbstruck. Blake had mentioned his former boss's name in passing but I'd never heard much about him. Tyler's hands were dug deep into his pockets. At first I don't know why I cared, until I saw the bulge of a pistol grip. They weren't here for Blake at all.
"Kid's got the right of it. You see Tyson is a businessman like me. So when I promised to pay five times the contract for my daughter, he couldn't turn on you quick enough," my father commented smugly.
"I don't care. I'm not letting you take her anywhere. Now get the fuck out of our home," Blake shouted.
"That's what I have this for." Tyler withdrew a pistol from his coat pocket. I didn't know anything about guns but that weapon in Tyler's hand looked real enough to terrify me. "The boys will be up shortly to package your wife for Mr. Steele. We just wanted to come in early to rub it in your face. Just like you rubbed it in mine, parading her around in front of me. Bet you regret showing off now, don't you Blake?"
Sounds of footsteps echoed from the hallway. I estimated maybe four strong men in total. Blake was frozen in place. Just when I thought Blake would do anything to keep me, the current situation had me second guessing that. I tried to keep up a brave face but when the four men entered the room I was anything but.
"Take that silly piece of glass out of my daughter's pussy. You can leave the gag in. Blustering bitch like my daughter can always use more cock sucking practice," my father said with his usual condescending tone.
Two of the four came towards the side of the bed, while a third approached me from the foot. The final man made his way over to Blake. Blake threw a punch but the other man was ready. Being faster than Blake, maybe even stronger too, the man managed to wrestle my husband into a pair of handcuffs. Pulling a gun on him, Blake calmed down and went back to being still.
The lone man coming at me from the foot of the bed, grabbed my ankles while I was watching Blake. I tried to throw a punch of my own but the pair at my side grabbed my wrists. They were quick to pin them above my head while the first man began roping together my ankles. I squirmed violently, trying to get free but all three of them had iron grips.
"Careful with her or I'll fucking kill you."
I was shocked at my father's interruption. I doubted he cared about my well being after I sent his ass to jail. Perhaps the man who bought the first round with me wanted me in pristine condition.
Continuing my resistance was still difficult but the tightness with which they held me down was loosened. Once the man finished coiling my ankles, he cinched off the rope and moved to tie down my knees. Ropes went just above my knees, quickly leading to the losing my fighting chance. When the man finished, I bucked and thrashed like a worm on the bed. I couldn't prevent the tears from flowing. Before they were from pain, now I was crying from betrayal.
The thugs holding me down flipped me over and pulled my hands to the small of my back. Their movements were quick but not rough. They were taking care not to use any more force than absolutely necessary.
One of the pair grabbed a pair of cuffs from their bags. Pushing one hand in, then the other, they secured me. Pacified entirely, all I could do was cry. I knew pleading was pointless. No matter what pathetic garbled mesh of words I muttered, my father wouldn't care. He wasn't the merciful type.
Not finished with me yet, the brutes bound my elbows together, then using the same rope tied several wraps under my chest. It was impossible to swing my arms around, thus preventing me from picking at the knots of rope on my legs. Finished with the task of securing me, the three backed off.
"I had such high hopes for you, Brittany. I hoped one day, you would come around from those aggravating feminist ideals you believed so heavily in." I glared at my father, a fury sparking in my gut. "You could have had the keys to an empire, money to live with whatever man you wanted. All you had to do was have this very thing done to others and you would have lived like a queen. Instead, you betrayed me."
My father walked over to my side. He took a fistful of my hair, forcing our eyes to lock. "Now, you and that little bitch of a sister will share the same fate."
Dad's words were like a knife to my heart. What I realized as this nightmare unfolded was that this had to have been his plan all along. Having me out of the way, left Emily exposed and susceptible to him. My father would have everything he needed to strong arm her into submission. Only after it would be too late, would he tell her how much of a fool she was.
"Nnn'ph mnn fnchnng nnrm phnnch mm phnphphmr ngnnn!" I screamed as loudly as I could. My father shrugged his shoulders but now his attention had gone over to Blake.
"And you... well, I don't know who's more of a disappointment to me. She may have been a naive foolish girl but you had all the information and still tried to turn against me. Don't think I know about your little heroics you made over at the FBI office."
Blake just chuckled, "They weren't heroics. If they were, maybe I'd have turned myself in instead of trying to keep your little bitch."
My heart sank. I wanted to believe it was all a lie, that it was a bold ploy to fool my father. The authenticity and lack of empathy in his words had managed to be too convincing. Dad said nothing, silence rested comfortably between them. Tyler made a coughing sound, gathering everyone's attention. He made a head nod towards me and my father repeated the same nod to the brutes who tied me up.
"Take her out to the car. Put her in the trunk and make sure no one sees," Tyler ordered.
"Mmph fnchnng gn nf mm mnn pnmcmph nf phhnph!" I shouted, wiggling hysterically like a worm as one of my kidnappers scooped me up his arms.
"Well this is the end of the road, Blake. Had you followed your orders, I might have let you keep Brittany after I extracted every ounce of resistance out of her. Now, you'll be taking my place in prison."
