Tyrone Moore ran a successful kidnapping outfit in Central Africa.
Nothing exceptional really; kidnapping rich Western businessmen was rapidly becoming a national support. However, upon closer examination a number of factors puzzled the local authorities – Tyrone only seemed to kidnap the wives of rich businessmen (probably an easier prey?) and these women once united with their families, were unable, or unwilling, to reveal the slightest detail concerning their period of captivity. Apart from the fact, they all claim to have been treated "like royalty". Stockholm syndrome no doubt.
Another factor that puzzled the authorities was the local population's (feigned) ignorance as to Tyrone's real identity. In a country where dollars could buy almost anything, the authorities offers for reward were left unclaimed.
Tyrone would be the first to admit that his character was a series of contradictions. An athletic, well-muscled man of 6 feet, but with a quiet, gentle nature. Well educated in the finest French business schools, primed for a bright high-flying career, but then chose to return to his third-world home country. A fine-toned intellect, but with a penchant for crime. Therefore, with due hindsight, he was not really surprised by the choices he made. Upon returning to his country, saddened by the wide spread poverty, the corruption of his country's fonctionnaires, and the arrogant nature with which western companies pillaged his country's riches, treating the indigenous population with barely concealed contempt, he swore to right this wrong.
Within weeks he had created what he would later fondly call "Kidnap Inc." The objective of this organisation would be simple – take money from the rich and give to the poor. A modern day, business school educated Robin Hood. Kidnap Inc. was conceived for the long-term, engineered to resist the attentions of his country's (admittedly incompetent) law enforcement agencies. Firstly, he employed only extremely loyal staff taken from his native region. People who believed in what he was doing; people who had family, cousins, children that benefited directly from the schools and hospitals financed from his kidnapping proceeds. Secondly, and most importantly, Tyrone ensured that each kidnap victim, whilst in his custody, was treated like a 5-star hotel guest. Each victim would be given a tailor-made service that would be extremely pleasurable and certainly unforgettable.
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The twenty by twenty room was bare, except for the wooden pole, situated in the centre, that went from floor to ceiling. Against the pole, was a wide cushioned seat, upon which was slumped a petite blonde woman. Mitsy groaned as she slowly regained conciousness. She opened her eyes and looked around her strange surroundings. Attempting to move, she discovered her arms were handcuffed to the wooden pole.
"What the hell?" Mitsy cried.
Slowly, her sluggish memories bubbled to the surface. She last remembered being in the Plaza café, ordering a gin & tonic from that charming black bartender... and then, nothing ....
Mitsy was roused from her thoughts as the metal door swung open. A tall, muscled African entered the room, followed closely behind by two beautiful local women.
"Good Evening, Mrs Conner", said Tyrone, in a deep lilting African accent.
"I regret to inform you that you have been kidnapped. But please, rest assured, no harm will befall you. Assuming your husband's company pays the ransom promptly, you'll soon be back with your family."
Mitsy looked up to her kidnapper, tears running down her cheeks. "But why me? What have I done?"
Tyrone lowered his face and replied softly "Mrs Conner, this is a poor country, and its people need money to survive. I take from the rich, and give to the poor of my country. I tell you this so that you understand that I am not just some common criminal. You have nothing to fear from me. In fact, handcuffs aside, we shall endeavour to make your stay as pleasurable, and .... as memorable as possible."
Mitsy looked into his soft dark eyes and felt compelled to believe him.
"Please understand that we cannot risk removing your handcuffs, at least for the short term. Therefore these two women, Maya and Tiana, shall bath you and cloth you. Although, being a Westerner, you are unaccustomed to such attentions, please do not be concerned. These women and their ancestors before them perpetuate local traditions of bathing .. and during your stay you will be treated with respect and honour. Nothing will be done without your consent."
The two women escorted Mitsy to a nearby room, with a large bath full of hot steaming water. Humming gently, they began to slowly undress Mitsy. She felt vulnerable and embarrassed, naked in front of these two strangers. As if understanding her, Maya whispered into her ear "Please, do not worry. We are here to serve you, not to harm you". And then, Tiana and Maya let their own clothes fall to the floor. Mitsy, for some reason unknown to her, shuddered, as her eyes fell upon these two naked women. Their young bodies were taut, their breasts full and buttocks firm, and their dark skin a deep black. This provided a stunning contrast to Misty's petite, white silhouette.
Taking each a handcuffed arm, they lowered Mitsy into the warm soapy waters. Taking care not to let Mitsy's head slip beneath the water, the two women began to wash her tired body, humming gently as they worked. Mitsy's apprehension soon evaporated under their gentle attentions, learning to enjoy the sensation of helplessness. As Maya washed gently between her thighs, Tiana soaped her small breasts with loving care. Misty watched the two women, who seemed totally devoted to their tasks, showing neither shame nor embarrassment.
After what seemed like an eternity, Mitsy was taken from the bath, and gently dried. Her captives laid her down on a long table, handcuffing her arms to metal bars running down the sides. Tiana at the head of the table, and Maya at the foot, massaged oils into her freshly washed body. An entrancing, rhythmic music filled the room. Candles lit the immediate space around the table, creating a dance of light and shadow.
Mitsy had given up all pretence of resistance, and began to immerse herself in the sensual experience – unashamedly letting her body react to their attentions. "Anyhow", she rationalised, "what else can I do?"
As the massage came to an end, the two "slaves" (as she came to think of them) dressed her in the most beautiful and sexy lingerie. They brushed her hair and applied a small amount of make-up. Mitsy was escorted to her cell, if it could be called that. It seemed more like a 5 star hotel suite, complete with king-size bed, a living room area, with all the modern comforts and classy furniture you'd expect of a luxury hotel. There was even a television and small book collection. The handcuffs were removed, and Mitsy left on her own to eat a hearty meal.
Tyrone, standing in front of his CCTV displays smiled contently. The potent aphrodisiacs hidden in her food would slowly begin their work on Mitsy's libido. That combined with the sensual behaviour of his staff would soon break down Mitsy's resistance. Tyrone consulted once again Mitsy's extensive dossier. His staff had spent over three months investigating before the decision had been taken to kidnap her. She was basically a good, kind-hearted person married to a corporate climber and mean, heartless husband. She genuinely seemed to like her live in Africa, and treated her house staff with due care and consideration. This explained her 1st class treatment within Tyrone's hostage complex. Tyrone made it a principle that each hostage should receive a welcome in direct proportion to their merit.
Her sexual profile had interesting potential. Her house staff (all Tyrone employees) had reported in detail her husband's disinterest in martial sex. However, indications were that Mitsy had a very healthy sex drive. She masturbated often and interestingly her sessions coincided with the daily visit from her black gardener. His staff suspected an healthy interest in native men.
Tyrone looked up from his dossier and watched as Mitsy switched on the television and began flicking through the channels. One channel in particular held her attention. It seems this "hotel" even offered free porn channel access. Feeling relaxed and rather horny, she settled down to watch the porn film. The odd porn film she'd seen in the past tended to be clinical, without passion and sensuality. However, what she was seeing on screen was the complete opposite. A white middle-aged woman was being seriously fucked by two incredibly hung black men, and judging by the noise she was making and the look on her sweaty, red face, she was not acting. The passion literally oozed out of the screen.
Mitsy settled back to watch the film, her hand slowly wandering down to her knickers. Sex with her husband at the best of times was a duty more than a pleasure. However, recently this duty occurred less and less, leaving her frustrated. That, along with the sensual bath and massage had left her feeling horny. Her body was tingling, gently burning from the pungent oils her "slaves" had used. Her nipples were hard and erect, brushing against her satin lingerie. Her clitoris felt enormous, throbbing between her legs.
The following morning, MItsy was awoken by her two female escorts. Once again, the handcuffs were applied and she was taken for her morning bath. This was followed in the evenings by a long, sensual massage session. In between, Mitsy's day was spent in her apartment, eating, reading books and masturbating before the interracial porn on television. As the days passed Mitsy began to feel hornier and hornier.
After one long masturbation session, Mitsy looked at the television screen with a puzzled look. Something with this film troubled her. Slowly, realisation dawned on her. The porn film was taking place in an apartment similar to the one she currently occupied! The same furniture, the same wallpaper. These films were actually being made locally! Her pussy juices seeped forth at the idea of that black cock being nearby. She flicked through the other porn channels, and confirmed her initial findings. They all were taking place in similar surroundings.
