Martin smiled as watched Cilla sleeping on the security monitor. It had taken her an inordinate amount of time to fall asleep, but once she had given up shouting for help, she had drifted off. Investing in more comfortable mattresses and bedclothes for his girls was the right move, as were the fur lined handcuffs. After all, the entire point of his operation was to facilitate the sharing of illicit pleasures—not to cause undue pain. That's what set Martin apart. He wasn't running some shady ring of hookers out of a cheap motel near the airport—his girls were willing participants in the operation who were handsomely rewarded for their service. They worked for him as long as they wanted to and were more than welcome to leave when they were ready.
Once they got in, however, very few of them wanted to leave. Martin made sure that his girls loved every second of their work and the lifestyle it afforded them. Beyond that, having the attention of a wealthy man with a penchant for eating pussy could be pretty convincing. Looking back at Cilla, Martin felt his mouth water. It had been a long time since his last 'snack'. He was getting hungry, and if his time with her in the van was any indication, she would certainly satisfy him. In his mind he could already feel the softness of the skin of her pussy against his tongue, the hard little nub of her clit as it swelled and tightened.
She probably would taste delicious. How many times could he make her come before she passed out? Even better, how long could he make her wait, keeping her right on the edge of her orgasm before gave in to him? He leaned back in his chair and unfastened his pants. Freeing his generous cock, he debated calling for his trusty cock-worshipper from the day before. She would love nothing more than working him into a frenzy with her mouth, and it would definitely allow him to better focus on the task at hand. He wrapped his hand around his pulsing length and began to stroke himself, with agonizing slowness. Images of Cilla in various states of sexual bliss danced across his mind.
Licking her would be incredible.
Fucking her would be even better. Reluctantly Martin stopped touching himself, willing his body to be patient. He would save his orgasm for now, and use his own frustration to fuel his 'persuasion' of his newest captive. Her acquiescence would be a reward for both of them.
A buzzing next to him startled Martin out of his reverie. He grimaced as he picked up his phone, having a good idea whose communication was disturbing him.
"Did u get her?" The text message came from yet another unknown number.
"Nice burner. What if I did?" Martin replied.
"Trust me u want her."
"She'll be great." The lack of proper spelling and punctuation was irritating, but Martin couldn't disagree thus far. Cilla showed great potential. The way her body had enthusiastically responded to being bound and pleasured by a stranger made her a perfect candidate for the operation.
"That remains to be seen. What do you know about her?" Martin had little use for the person on the other end of the conversation, but if he was going to convince Cilla to join him, he needed all the information there was to know.
"Loves bondage. Can come from almost anything. Fantasies about girls and fucking in public. Loves toys. REALLY loves toys. Can get off from feathers on her pussy." Martin felt a stirring in his cock as he read the words. Poor communication skills aside, his contact certainly knew how to pick a mark. Cilla would fetch a high price from his clients and allow Martin to cater to more unique desires. She would be well-compensated for her time, of course, and if these texts were any indication she would probably take great pleasure in her work. Martin would see to it.
"Thanks for the info. Will check back later to share results. Send anything else you find out my way." Martin closed the messaging app and set down his phone. Looking back once again at Cilla's sleeping form, he smiled and stood.
It was time to find out more about his newest acquisition.
Pressing a button, Martin activated the intercom system on his desk.
"Lucinda, prepare the newest girl in the red bedroom. She and I are going to have a talk.
"Yes sir. How thorough would you like us to be?" The woman's husky voice betrayed her. There was no doubt that she was hoping he would ask her to be
very
thorough.
"I would like her groomed, whatever that takes. All I ask is that you save the final prize for me."
There was a heavy sigh. He hated to disappoint one of his most trusted colleagues, but it couldn't be helped.
"Don't worry, Lucinda. I get the feeling you'll be seeing a lot of our newest girl."
"Understood. She'll be ready in the examination room in an hour."
"Wonderful. Have fun."
Martin leaned back once again, smiling to himself.
Cilla awakened to the sound of the large door opening. She held her breath, expecting the worst. Testing her bonds, she was distressed to find out that she well and truly bound to the bed, for whatever her captors had in store. The fur-lined shackles held her firmly in place, and wriggling only served to stroke the silky sheets against her naked flesh. It was especially effective on her sensitive nipples. Spending the night encased in the fabric while bound was its own kind of exquisite torture and had contributed to Cilla's difficulty getting to sleep. When she did sleep, she was plagued by dreams of strangers giving her unspeakable pleasures before a crowd of hyper-sexed onlookers. Her pussy, which had betrayed her so many times in the van the day before, still throbbed with remembered arousal.
Had it really happened? If she hadn't woken up bound to this bed, she wouldn't believe it. Had she really been kidnapped off the street and made to orgasm against her will for a complete stranger? Just the thought of the man laughing at her as she cried out her pleasure was enough to make her wet again. Shame and humiliation mixed with a type of pure lustful yearning that Cilla had never felt before. The silk sheets teased her nipples, making her fantasize about going back to that van, only this time her captor would lick and suck them as the toy brought endless pleasure to her clit. She rolled her hips into the mattress, shifting her nipples against the seat. If she just concentrated hard enough she could imagine it was the teasing touch of her captor, teasing the aching points until she begged. It would be such a beautiful humiliation.
The clicking of heels on the wood floor dragged Cilla's attention back to the present. Much to her surprise, instead of a masked criminal or terrorist, Cilla was looking at one of the most gorgeous women she had ever seen. She was a stereotypical walking sex goddess. Long, blonde hair, icy blue eyes, generous breasts, wide hips, and long legs. Her skintight dress was criminally short, full lips painted a deep red smiled a humorless smile, but those blue eyes looked at Cilla with something... more. Something... hungry.
"Good morning, Cilla. I trust you slept well?" The woman's smirk made it clear that she knew all too well how Cilla had slept.
"Who are you and why did you kidnap me?" Cilla tried not to think about all of the things those lips could do to her sensitive nipples, though it would probably be a lot more satisfying than the constant caress of the silken sheets.
"My name is Lucinda. I'm going to be... preparing you to meet with The Boss. As for why you're here... well, that is a bit more complicated." Lucinda pulled back the blanket and sheet, exposing Cilla's breasts to the cool air. Lucinda gasped in mock horror at the state of Cilla's nipples. "My, my, my... you must be a very dirty girl. Look at those nipples! And here I haven't even gotten started yet." Lucinda licked her lips as she devoured Cilla's breasts with her eyes.
"Wh-what does The Boss want with me? I'm no one special! I'm just a student. There has to be some mistake—" Cilla was cut off when Lucinda began to gently caress her breasts. The other woman's hands were soft and gentle. She kept waiting for Lucinda to turn her attention to her aching nipples, but instead, she turned away entirely. Cilla whimpered involuntarily in disappointment.
"Don't worry, darling. I'm just getting my tools ready." Lucinda bent down, giving Cilla a full view of her perfect ass, and just a tiny hint of her pussy, covered only by a thin strip of lace. Cilla couldn't help but stare. She had never been with another woman before, but she couldn't deny that at this moment, her curiosity was more than piqued.
Lucinda stood and turned back towards Cilla. She put some items down on the bedside table, and squirted something from a tube into her hands. Rubbing them together for a moment, she turned once again to Cilla's breasts, slowly massaging them, again ignoring her aching nipples.
"I suppose we'd better get to know each other a little bit, since you aren't leaving any time soon. I already told you my name. I'm a sort of... assistant to The Boss. I make sure all the girls are well-groomed and in tip-top shape for the operation." Lucinda smiled and looked up from her work to meet Cilla's confused gaze, noting the haze of arousal in the young woman's eyes. Slowly, she worked her thumbs from the underside of each breast to slowly stroke each nipple with agonizing slowness. Cilla gasped, but Lucinda was undeterred, continuing her assault.
"What... what is the operation?" Cilla's voice was husky as she tried desperately to focus on anything other than how incredible the other woman's fingers felt as they caressed her nipples. She should have been terrified, screaming for help, flailing around, or anything that would get her free. Instead, the only thing she could think of was doing anything to get her nipples into Lucinda's mouth.
