In The Basement 5

Part 1

She heard the footsteps first, starting off somewhere above her, then getting closer. The last time he came down, he brought her a bottle of water and one of those prepackaged Hostess apple pies. He fed it to her without untying her from the chair. She didn't think it had been all that long since then, but it was difficult to keep track of time in total darkness, without being able to move.

She closed her eyes when she heard the footsteps reach the bottom of the stairs, anticipating the light turning on. She had predicted it correctly, peeking through squinted eyes to look up at the large man above her.

"They missed the first deadline," he told her in a low, growling voice.

She didn't know what to say in response. He seemed almost apologetic, as if he hoped to get paid off on the first try, not needing to follow through on his threats. Almost.

He untied the knots that bound her to the chair and stood her up on her feet. Pulling a large, scary-looking knife from a sheath on his belt, he grasped the collar of Gwen's shirt. She yanked back from him, but he had a solid grip on her.

"Please, don't, please!" She started pleading automatically, trying to pull away. Tears sprang to her eyes and her head spun.

"Hey, hold still," he hissed at her, giving her a rough jerk towards himself. "I won't cut you if you hold still."

She was hyperventilating, trying to understand what he was about to do. Her body trembled and she was unable to get it under control. The man pulled the collar of her shirt away from her body and sliced into it with the knife.

"Relax," his voice rumbled as he finished cutting open the shirt and the two sides fell open. She felt the cool air wash over her skin as she tried to catch her breath. "Well, this is convenient," he reached between her breasts and released the front clasp.

Gwen sucked in a breath as the two sides of her bra sprang open, revealing her breasts. The momentary relief that she felt when he only cut the shirt and not her was beginning to retreat. What was he planning to do? She had no idea what warning or threat he sent out and what was coming to her now that the first deadline was missed.

"Oh yeah, these are just lovely," he said, tracing a finger over her breast and around her nipple. It was large and calloused and her skin broke out in goosebumps from his touch. "What do you think, would they pay up to see nothing happen to these?"

She had no idea. She didn't know who they were, but she didn't want to have that argument with him again. The last time she tried to explain this to him, she got a sharp slap across the face. She said nothing to the man who was now handling both of her breasts in a surprisingly tender way.

"Well," he stepped back, sheathing the knife and pulling a phone out of his back pocket. "Let's take some pictures to send to Big Jimmy. With a warning of what's gonna happen when the next deadline is missed."

Gwen definitely hoped not to find out.

Part 2

The name 'Big Jimmy' kept turning over in Gwen's head as the large man in front of her took pictures with his meaty hand on her breast. She didn't know anyone by that name - she lived a rather solitary life.

He put the phone back in his pocket and tweaked her nipple casually, smiling down at her.

"Do you need the bathroom?" He asked her.

He had already taken her once before, pulling her jeans and her panties down for her and sitting her down on the toilet before leaving the room. It was humiliating, but it was better than wetting herself. He came back five minutes or so later and pulled up her pants for her, never untying either her hands or her legs. She shuffled back to the chair in tiny steps where he retied her again.

"No," she shook her head this time. She didn't need to.

"Well, then it's bedtime," he announced.

With a grip on her arm, he guided her over to the mattress that lay on the floor on one side of the room and unceremoniously pushed her down onto it. Gwen landed with a bounce and tried to wiggle around to get herself comfortable as the man whose name she didn't know left the basement in a few large strides and shut the light off as he went.

Tears ran down her face again as she attempted to get comfortable on the mattress. It smelled - something musty and unpleasant, like clothes forgotten in the washer and not moved on to the dryer fast enough.

Her brain kept swirling over why she had been taken. She understood, by now, that it wasn't her own fault, that she was simply a hostage, meant to extort something that her captor was owed. This 'Big Jimmy' seemed to have cheated him out of some payment, she logiced out of the exchanges. But why the hell would this Jimmy care about her well being??

She must have drifted off at some point anyway, despite discomfort and the smell. Her body ached when she woke up to the light being turned on in the pitch black basement. She cracked an eye open, trying to roll and was greeted with an angry giant standing at the bottom of the stairs. His arms were crossed in front of his chest and he looked menacing in the shadows.

"Did you have a fight or something with Big Jimmy?" He growled at her, striding over.

"I don't know who Big Jimmy is." She squinted up at him. The single bulb that lit the basement shed a halo around the giant's head where he stood towering over her.

He pushed her to her back, her tied hands pinned beneath her and straddled her bare chest, his knees landing on either side of her body. She could tell that he didn't lean his entire weight on her, but this was still imposing, feeling a man's crotch over her breasts.

"What do you call him?" His eyes shone above her. She shook her head, not knowing what to say. "What is he, Uncle Jimmy to you?"

Her eyes went wide with sudden understanding and it did not go unnoticed by the man who now straddled her chest. He pinched and twisted both her nipples painfully until she squealed, sparks flying from her eyes.

"Uncle JT," she squeaked out. And the pain stopped abruptly.

Part 3

She hadn't made the connection until now. She'd never heard him being called anything other than JT, though she remembered the letters stood for James Thomas. But she knew very little about him!

To begin with, he wasn't actually related to her. He was her stepdad's brother. She saw him once a year when he hosted a huge holiday party that they had always attended. He had a massive apartment in the city in a building with 24-hour security and he lived there alone. That was it. Would he even be able to tell who she was by name alone?! Would he recognize her face in these videos that were sent to him for ransom? Gwen had her doubts.

The giant of a man was still sitting over her, his crotch uncomfortably close to her face. He watched the realization sweep over her and asked her something else while she was too consumed in thought to hear it. A sharp slap on her cheek refocused her attention back on him.

"Hey! When did you see him last?"

"Christmas."

"Did he cut you out or something? What's the deal?"

Gwen shook her head. Nothing happened. She barely exchanged two words with him! He asked her how she liked living on her own and whether she had tried the crab puffs, which were supposedly amazing.

"Nothing happened. We are just not... very close," she admitted. What would he do if he realized that she wasn't a very good hostage at all?

The man seemed to consider it for just a moment before he began undoing his belt and zipper. Gwen watched with extreme unease as his hands moved.

"Close or not, what uncle is gonna watch his niece get face fucked and do nothing to set things right, huh?"

She was already shaking her head, uncertain this would mean anything at all to JT. She doubted he'd recognize her. She doubted he'd care, even if he did. She barely knew the man. What the hell made this guy think that she was a good target?!

The man pulled out his cock and stroked it in front of her face, trying to get himself hard. Gwen pressed her lips together, still shaking her head. He pulled his phone out with his other hand and set it on the mattress next to her head.

"Open," he commanded. Her lips felt numb from how tightly shut she kept them. Her eyes stayed focused on his face, not wanting to look the quickly growing cock in the eye. His jaw was set in an angry, impatient way. "Now," he growled.

When she didn't open for him, his hand closed around her throat, gripping her tightly. Whether it was the surprise of his move or an actual need to inhale a breath, but Gwen's lips fell open and the head of his cock pressed in between them.

"I kinda hoped that Big Jimmy would hold out a bit," he admitted, pushing himself further between her lips. "I hoped I'd have reason to," he pushed in deep, his cock hardening to full length and girth inside her mouth, "have some fun with at least one or two of your holes."

Part 4

He was rather talkative after getting his rocks off. While he pumped his cock into her mouth, grunting and instructing her to relax and let him in, he seemed almost thoughtful, as if he didn't want to hurt her. When he pointed the phone at her face, shoving in sharp, deep motions that made her eyes water, he spoke to Big Jimmy, telling him what a good little slut his niece was and how much she was loving taking his cock. And when he came into her mouth, he pulled out most of the way, giving her room to swallow as cum pumped out of him.

She could feel that her face was flushed and her lips were chapped by the time her captor was tying her into the chair again. He seemed quite satisfied with the video he would have to send to Big Jimmy now.

"He's not an easy man to get to," he was telling her while securing the knots. "He doesn't have a wife or children, no parents, just that one brother - your dad." He came back to stand in front of her, his hands on his hips. "And when you need something from a filthy scumbag like Big Jimmy, you gotta find their weak spots. His only niece is probably the weakest spot that asshole has."

Gwen's lips parted to object, but she closed them again, deciding to keep this piece of information to herself. Perhaps it would come to her advantage eventually, somehow.

"It's not an easy thing to find the heartstrings you could tug on someone heartless."

"What about you?" Gwen couldn't believe the words spilled out of her mouth. She regretted immediately that she let herself utter them. She bit her lip, her face flushing all over again.

"You don't know me," said the man who just finished forcing his cock down her throat. "Obviously, I'm no saint," he didn't seem angry at her and spoke rather matter-of-factly. "But you have no idea the degree of Big Jimmy's evil. Stiffing me is probably his lightest offense." He turned away for a moment, running his hand through his hair. "Just look at the situation you're in! You and your father are his only family, the only blood relatives that he has, and he does not jump on the first opportunity to rescue you! What the fuck is wrong with that dipshit?!"

This man's mistake was becoming more and more apparent to Gwen, but she kept her mouth shut. She hoped like hell her eyes wouldn't betray her, so she hung her head down, looking into her lap.

"If this little video doesn't get him talking to me," he shook his head, both hands on his hips, "maybe you'll understand a little better the kind of lowlife that your uncle is. And if it does, I hope you spit right in his face for not getting you out sooner."

He headed up the stairs then, shutting off the light and closing the door behind himself, leaving Gwen tied up in the chair in the darkness.

It wasn't her he wanted, she surmised, it was her sister. The daughter that her stepdad had with her mom after they got married. Dani and her dad were Uncle JT's only living relatives, not her. But somehow, that stupid giant didn't get all of his info straight. She couldn't correct him though, it wasn't an option. She'd keep her mouth shut and endure whatever else he had in store for her when Big Jimmy ignored him once again. She was an adult, a grown-ass woman - she could handle it. Dani was only 18.

Part 5

There were long days in the dark when the man hardly came down at all. He'd bring her food and water while staying stern and silent, took her to the bathroom, and dumped her on the mattress for what she assumed was the night. She spent a lot of time inside her head having absolutely no other choices. She tried to fidget with the knots on her wrists, attempting to loosen them or untie them, but usually just resulted in rope burn.

After her third night on the mattress, when the giant of a man came down and turned on the light, he turned her on her side and untied the ropes binding her hands. Gwen allowed herself to feel a glimmer of hope, but it was quickly overshadowed again when the man started pulling off her ripped shirt and her bra down off her arms. Her shoulders and arms felt incredibly sore, having been in the same position for days.

"I've decided that a change of tactics is in order," the man announced to her as he laid her back down on the mattress and raised her hands up over her head, retying her wrists.

She was nervous to hear his new plan, but in the time she had sat there alone in the darkness, she had resigned herself to comply in order to keep him from learning his mistake. The last thing she wanted was for him to go after her little sister.

He untied her ankles next and she took the opportunity to flex them, immediately, after they had been stuck together for so long. The man moved to undo the fly on her pants and started pulling them down together with her panties.

"To be honest, I feel kinda bad for you," he was saying, "that you have this heartless dick of an uncle who just doesn't care about your well-being at all." She was now entirely naked in front of him and her heart hammered at double speed. "But I guess since he won't make things right," his large, calloused hands moved up her bare thighs as he knelt on the mattress between her legs, "I'll just have to use you to make back the cash that Big Jimmy stiffed me."

She couldn't imagine what he meant by that, but the giant was talkative again and soon enough, he'd explain the scheme to her. His fingers came up to the apex of her thighs and brushed over her slit before sliding into her folds. She sucked in a breath, trying to stay calm.

"You've got all these pretty little holes," he said, his voice turning devious, "that men would pay nice money to get access to." He pushed one thick finger inside her, the friction making her wince. "Oh, they would pay through the nose for a tight cunt like this! Are you a virgin, little girl?" She shook her head and then immediately second-guessed her response. Should she have lied and told him that she was? "Too bad. I could have charged a fortune for someone to pop that cherry." A second finger joined the one he had inside her. "But no matter, I'll still make my money back. Mmm... I may have to sample the merchandise first though."

Part 6

She didn't try to resist, figuring it would be easier that way. He wasn't overly rough, she thought, and she closed her eyes, telling herself that she could take it.

The stranger's thick fingers played with her, pressing inside her and moving back out, through her folds and towards her clit. It appeared that he was trying to get her wet, but wasn't entirely successful with it. She appreciated his attempt, once more feeling as if he was trying to be careful with her. Was she actually enjoying his touch?

"For your own sake you better think some happy thoughts, to make things easier," he interrupted the voice inside her head.

He spit on his fingers and returned them between her thighs, spreading his saliva at her entrance. And then his cock was in his hand, hard and ready to go, slotting into place without another word. He grasped her thighs and lifted up her legs before pushing inside her. The warm, rigid shaft split her, burrowing inside.

"Fuck yeah," he growled, rocking into her, further and further. "Damn, you've got a tight little fuck hole there. And I bet the rear one is even tighter than this." She bit her lip, trying to isolate some pleasant sensation in what he was doing. "Mmm, you're gonna be a fucking hit with the boys. They're gonna be clambering to take you two or three at a time. Can you imagine that, sweet tits?" He landed a slap against her breast, sending some surprisingly pleasant tingles all through her body. "Can you imagine two guys fucking your tight little holes at the same time? Stretching you apart?"

She could. She'd done it before, but in a situation that was undoubtedly much more pleasant than the one this man was describing. She had a boyfriend at one point who suggested a threesome with a friend of his. It had been rather thrilling, having the attention of two men at the same time. And the memory of having her boyfriend in her pussy while his friend fucked her ass just sent a surge of arousal through Gwen.

"Oh fuck, I think you're enjoying that idea, huh?" Apparently, her sudden wetness didn't go unnoticed by the giant over her.

Her brain automatically followed through to when her boyfriend and his friend both creampied her and then, as she lay spent on his bed, her boyfriend ate all that cum from both of her holes, bringing her to yet another orgasm.

"Shit, you are a little freak!" He plowed into her with renewed zeal, finding her body's reaction amusing. He leaned over her, bending her almost in half. "Maybe you'll even enjoy taking on all those guys, all at the same time. You'll get all nice and wet while they use every one of your holes, fucking your mouth, your puss,y, and your ass. Oh, and you can take one in each hand to jerk those fellas. Very efficient."

This didn't make her any more aroused - it made her nervous and scared instead, but the man above her was already finishing, grunting as he rammed in deep and let go.

"Oh yeah, you'll do just fine," he told her, pulling out and tucking himself away. "Just like that, just lay there, relax, and let it happen and you'll be just fine." He gave her a pat on the cheek before standing up and looking down at her.

Part 7

It didn't happen right away. There were a couple more long days of sitting tied to a chair, except that now she was naked. The giant didn't redress her after fucking her. She had a lot of time to think, to psych herself up for what was inevitably going to happen.

Normally, Gwen loved sex. She thought herself to be rather adventurous. She'd had a threesome, for fuck's sake! She'd had a one-night stand too and fucked a guy she just met in the bar bathroom. And she could take it rough!

Gwen played over the times when she had boyfriends tie her up, when one had spanked her raw, and how much it turned her on. How could she turn this to her advantage? Convince herself that what was happening was pleasurable?

When that giant of a man fucked her the other day, it felt really good. She loved the way his weight felt over her, the way his huge cock stretched her, the way her restrained arms added to all the sensations. She was so close to coming by the time he finished with her that the frustration ached between her legs for ages after. Being able to tap into those tendencies, those things that had always turned her on would help a lot, Gwen thought.

The blindfold that her captor brought down with him raised her hopes immeasurably. Gwen immediately saw it as a sign that he was planning to free her, eventually. If he was blindfolding her, he didn't want her to recognize the men who paid him to fuck her and if that was a concern, then he wasn't planning to kill her. The realization pumped adrenaline through her, making her more determined to get through this, even as she heard voices coming down the stairs.