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The Heiress, continued...
Part 2
Colin
Colin sat before his bank of computer monitors and watched as one of his kidnapped victims lay in a drug-induced sleep. The man's name was Mark and he was taken captive to service his niece Clara, whom Colin had also kidnapped. Clara, had been auctioned off but he wasn't certain what to do with Mark.
The plan was simple, if it could be proven that his niece had led an immoral life, her sizeable trust fund could be contested and he would be the beneficiary of over 80 million dollars, thanks to his father's obsession with morality. He'd kidnapped her and a neighborhood man chosen at random, forced them together in a number of different ways, hopefully impregnated her and then photos were sent to her husband to make it appear she was having a torrid affair. When she reappears nine months later, with an illegitimate child, her trust would be lost.
"Good old Dad," Colin thought. "Your strict moral living code finally came in handy." His father was rich, over-bearing, demanding and luckily also dead. They hadn't gotten along and Colin had been cut off completely. Clara, the daughter of his perfect, ass-kissing and also dead brother, inherited everything.
Colin had created an elaborate room to hold his captives and then began streaming the entire thing to a very select group of people who had handsomely to watch real captives be raped and abused, who also paid for their fantasies to be played out before them. It had turned out to be a very lucrative little side benefit. One subscriber had a fetish for incest so Colin reluctantly, although happily, raped his niece. He'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy looking down on Clara, the perfect and best-loved only grandchild, helplessly bound and gagged to the bed, while he fucked the shit out of her. He liked it so much that he did it twice.
He had to separate Mark and Clara, for if she really were pregnant, they had to be kept apart so they could not foil his plans. Also the twitch in his groin tended to grow insistent in her presence and it was getting hard to focus on anything else. She now was several thousand miles away, where her online life can continue until he was ready to release her. Her new captor could make his own money with her. As long as she and the baby were not harmed, he didn't care what happened to her. If she were not pregnant, then her new keeper could find someone else to do the job.
The problem was the stud guy, Mark. Colin had failed to think much about his fate after he had served his purpose. Killing him would be the best option but not really his style. Colin was a lot of things; a degenerate, a gambler, a liar, an addict, but not a cold-blooded killer. Besides, more money could be made with him. He was just an average looking guy, nerdy and earnest, nothing to make a woman warm between the legs, until he dropped his pants. Lucky bastard was huge and his stamina was incredible. He had several inquiries from his rich and lonely subscribers, asking for some time with his beautiful cock. Colin knew a money-making opportunity when he saw it.
Clara and Mark had been held captive in a closed room, equipped with a bed, a table, a bathroom and 20 cameras, some hidden, some not. Every thrust, moan, groan and orgasm had been watched by an appreciative audience. The reaction was so positive that Colin had activated other chambers to fill the growing list of requests from his subscribers. Mark was his only true, non-consentual performer now that Clara was gone and he had the greatest number of viewers. The captive people in the other chambers paid to be there and a few were invited to be there.
Each chamber could be made to fit any scenario that was requested. The largest chamber had been recently used to host the party where Colin introduced his experimental Nympho drug and where he auctioned off his niece Clara. The winner wouldn't get to keep her forever, just gets to rent her for awhile. The drug hits the pleasure center of the brain and enhances it so that every nerve ending is an intense pleasure point. Everyone had tried a sample and the resultant orgy was unexpected but highly entertaining. All sense of modesty and propriety were lost and his guests were lost in a sexual sensory overload that would not be contained. Colin was glad for the industrial showerheads they had installed to simulate a rain scenario.
The party and the drug were a huge hit and Colin's House of Depravity, as Colin wryly thought of it, was fast becoming the most sought after destination for the rich and elite. It became known simply as There, as in "Have you been There?" The harder it became to get in, the more money people offered to pay. And every woman, as well as a few men, wanted to be with Mark. They wanted to be in Clara's position, they wanted to have no control over what happened to them. Colin would give them what they wanted.
Mark
Mark woke up and automatically looked for Clara in hope she had been brought back to him. She'd been gone for days and no one would tell him what happened to her. He was nearly frantic and had started to fight anyone who came near him unless they would give him news. Eventually, they had ganged up on him and subdued him with a shot of their favorite zombie drug. Then they tied him to the bed and left him alone for hours.
He'd woken once when he felt something being inserted into his anus. The thing started to vibrate and his breathe was taken away. The drug did not allow him to move so he was helpless against it when a woman entered the room. She stood next to the bed and surveyed every inch of him. She wore a gauzy, white, transparent dress and her red hair was in a messy knot on top of her head. She wore a mask over her eyes and Mark supposed that was because of the cameras. She wanted to play but not be recognized. She straddled him and impaled herself on his ever-present hard on. She lowered herself carefully and emitted a sharp intake of breath when her cunt swallowed his helmet and she got her first idea that fucking him was going to be worth every penny. She worked slowly until she could take his entire girth, her pussy gripping his steel tightly. Her juices drenched him and she soon could move freely and without hesitation up and down his cock. She rode him like an expert and pumped him till she came. The anal vibrations electrified his balls and when he came, he fired over and over, deep into the woman's pulsating pussy. He lay there with helpless tears streaming from his eyes. Now he knew how Clara felt when she was ravaged by him while unable to move. He felt raped, used and abused.
When he next woke up, there was someone else lying in the bed next to him. But the blonde hair was wrong, the bright blue eyes were wrong, the long red fingernails were wrong. Who the hell was this and where was Clara?
The woman was gagged and bound to the bed, her legs spread open, vulnerable and exposed. She appeared to be frightened but also a current of excitement seemed to run through her. She tugged a little at her restraints but not like escape was on her mind. Mark had a raging hard-on, probably the result of the male enhancement drug they periodically gave him because he was in no mood to perform for these people. He needed to escape and find Clara.
As he turned to the woman to see who she was, a voice came over the intercom. "Fuck her." It simply said.
Mark started to yell "Just who the hell are you people? I demand you tell me what happened to Clara! Let me fucking go!" He was tired of this game and he wanted out of there. He was half in love with Clara and he had to have her.
The voice waited for Mark to finish his tirade and then simply said, "You will fuck this woman or we will kill her and you will never see Clara again."
Mark looked at the woman who now had genuine fright in her eyes. She could not speak because of the gag but she made plenty of noise in protest over her death threat. She looked at him with pleading eyes. She looked to be a standard issue well-kept wife, too skinny, too maintained and too used to getting her way. She had probably paid to be here which turned him into a prostitute. Which also meant there was no way they would kill her. He refused to touch her.
The men in black came in again with their needles and held him down while they injected him with what could only be the Nympho drug. He had not been given it before but Clara had described the overwhelming sensations it forced her to feel. They injected the woman as well but she probably paid extra for that. Within moments, Mark felt on fire as he felt every inch of his body had come awake at once. He felt as if he was turning into a whole different being as his brain turned off and his skin crackled with electricity and his already huge cock became even larger and it needed to destroy something.
He turned to the bound woman and saw only her cunt. The look in his eyes was pure animal lust and she screamed as his huge rod came straight at her. He grabbed her by the waist and drove his hot iron cock deep into her gaping hole with the ferocity of a stallion and proceeded to lunge in and out of her, deaf to her screams. He rammed into her hot cunt without mercy and she nearly howled with each vicious thrust and then she squirted so hard that it was like a spray at a water park. The added liquid only fueled his fire. He tore down the ropes holding her legs apart and flipped her over, he grabbed her by her hips and once again drove his cock to the very center of her soul.
He fucked her forever, never letting up while she screamed and grunted, orgasmed and fainted, came to and orgasmed again. Finally he came and drenched her insides with a river of hot cum and he shook with relief as he pulled free of her body. Coming down off the high of the drug he saw what he had done. She lay on her stomach, breathing heavy, ragged breaths, her ravaged cunt was red, swollen and distended and a river of his cum streamed out of her to join her own contributions of the puddle in which she laid. His finger marks clearly visible all over her body. Mark did not even know her name.
"Are you ok?" he asked as he removed her gag. She breathed easier but was unable to say a coherent word. He felt shaky and trembled slightly and headed towards the shower. The hot water of the shower did not calm his still hyper-sensitive nerve endings but he forced himself to stand in it. His heart was broken and now his spirit was in danger of leaving him as well. He was reduced to the status of an animalistic prostitute, on display like in some weird zoo, his unseen audience glued to his every tear. He thought he was going to go crazy.
A black clad captor appeared with a towel and helped dry him off. Mark didn't expect clothes as he hadn't worn any in weeks but the captor offered him a robe and Mark put it on. It felt really weird and he wanted to take it off, nudity was a comfortable state for him now but when he left the bathroom, the woman was gone, the bed had been changed and a man was seated at the table.
Mark looked at the well dressed gentleman with a vaguely familiar face. Dark brown hair, blue eyes, strong jaw line, this could only be Clara's Uncle Colin. The cameras were off for this discussion.
"What happened to that woman?" was Mark's first question.
"She's...recovering." Colin worded carefully. "She is bathing and will rest. She paid to be a captive for three days at $20,000 a day so she's still here. We did not mean to remove her from the chamber until her time was up but I am afraid the drug we tested on you was a little strong and you did a Mr. Hyde thing on us. We were afraid you had really done some damage to her so we are checking her out."
Mark felt ill. He had never been anything but a tender and considerate lover until he had been taken and now he was hurting people. 'Where is Clara?" he asked. He was calm, too exhausted to work up the fury he has been running on for the last few days.
