One Way Ticket (for Babette & I)
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Elizabeth Kingston stepped off the plane and slipped on her Emporio Armani sunglasses, tossed the straps of her purse over her shoulder and followed one of her underlings into the airport. He carried her bags, all three of them, as another hired man followed behind with several more of her possessions. When they reached Security she was waved through as were all her packages. The Kingston name was written in bright gold letters across the private airport and Elizabeth basked in the knowledge that all did her bidding.
The limo was waiting for her. Elizabeth slipped in and the door closed behind her. She smiled as she slipped off her tall heels and reached for the chilled water. The interior temperature was a perfect 68 degrees per her instructions. She sipped the cool liquid, enjoying it as it slid down her throat and settled in her stomach. The sun blared outside, even though it was setting, the heat was still intense, but lost to Elizabeth.
The car arrived at the hotel owned by her late father. She stepped out and was quickly greeted by the Hotel Manager. “Miss Kingston, it is a pleasure to see you again. It’s been years, but you still look as lovely as the day you were here.”
“And when was that?” she asked, stepping around the over-eager man who looked to be approaching retirement, or at least he should have retired about ten years ago.
Mike Adams tried to keep up with the five-foot seven bombshell. Even at the age of seventy-two he still found women pleasing, granted it took a blue pill for him to do anything about it, but when he did. . .he was up for hours. He scurried beside Elizabeth’s erect figure, doing his best to gaze at her creamy complexion and not her round bosom. “You were last here when you were ten, Lizzie.”
Elizabeth stopped and swivelled on one heal. She pulled her sunglasses down and stared at the Manager. “Then I would have been sixteen. Now I am twenty-six. I do not go by the name Lizzie. I am Miss Kingston. Not Liz. Not Lizzie and to you, not Elizabeth.”
Mike nodded his head, “I apologize, Miss Kingston.” He was taken back by her hostility, and wondered where the young teenager was that he’d found so charming. He knew the Kingston’s were a well known family over in Europe and their name was a strong one too here in the US, but Mister Kingston and the Missus rarely brought Elizabeth to the States. When they did she was usually flocked with guards and that year she secretly had snuck out and enjoyed some flirty fun with several of the staff. He’d not said anything, wanting the young girl to enjoy a taste of freedom.
“Your rooms are ready. I’ve had your parents suite cleaned and all the linens changed to the colors you specified in your email. My grandson Richard has been learning the ropes and is set to take over upon my retirement in just a few weeks.”
Elizabeth nodded her head and entered the elevator. Mike followed. The others in her entourage took the service elevator and soon all were at the top floor of the hotel and walking into her vast apartments. Elizabeth dismissed everyone, including Mike. She called home, checked in with her parents attorney, now her own and let him know she was safe and sound. The young woman, now alone in the world, both parents lost in a plane crash, headed to the bathroom to wash away the tension in her body. She hated flying.
Elizabeth spent several long minutes in the shower, just letting the water lather her in its welcoming heat. In time she sought out the soap and washed away the sweat of the day and rinsed the frothy bubbles from her skin. Her long hair was treated to the same delicate care, and soon the jet lag of the flight was eased away, replaced by a sense of coolness. She shut the water off and grabbed her oil. Her fingers slipped lazily down her chest and she toyed with the hard pearls of her breasts. A sigh of longing left her lips as she abandoned her play and stepped out of the shower.
After drying her hair and herself, Elizabeth found a dress to wear and slipped it on. The shimmering red dress fit like a second skin and her shoes added another three inches to her already long legs. A pair of diamond teardrop earrings licked her neck and a matching teardrop suspended by a thin clear line, dangled just above her cleavage. Quietly she stepped out of her hotel room and made her way back down to the main floor. One of her bodyguards was there and rushed to her side. “Don’t,” she told him, flicking her wrist and ordering him away from her.
“Miss?”
“I’m going out. Alone and if you follow me, you won’t have a job.”
He blinked, but stepped back. Deep in his gut Andrew knew he was already close to losing his job. It was just a matter of time before Elizabeth got rid of all the loyal men and women that had worked for her father and mother. The sweet girl had been replaced by a snobby, arrogant bitch, who knew her value.
Elizabeth walked out into the dark night and shook out her hair. She licked her lips and headed toward the train terminal. She was free and tonight she was on the prowl. Her parents were dead. She was no longer under their control, she was simply her own person and was ready to live a real life. At the station she purchased a ticket The rail sounded loud and she felt the rumbling of it in her chest. Elizabeth stepped on when the doors parted, determined to ride the line and enjoy the degrading sights of the city that her parents never allowed her to explore on her own.
The limo was waiting for her. Elizabeth slipped in and the door closed behind her. She smiled as she slipped off her tall heels and reached for the chilled water. The interior temperature was a perfect 68 degrees per her instructions. She sipped the cool liquid, enjoying it as it slid down her throat and settled in her stomach. The sun blared outside, even though it was setting, the heat was still intense, but lost to Elizabeth.
The car arrived at the hotel owned by her late father. She stepped out and was quickly greeted by the Hotel Manager. “Miss Kingston, it is a pleasure to see you again. It’s been years, but you still look as lovely as the day you were here.”
“And when was that?” she asked, stepping around the over-eager man who looked to be approaching retirement, or at least he should have retired about ten years ago.
Mike Adams tried to keep up with the five-foot seven bombshell. Even at the age of seventy-two he still found women pleasing, granted it took a blue pill for him to do anything about it, but when he did. . .he was up for hours. He scurried beside Elizabeth’s erect figure, doing his best to gaze at her creamy complexion and not her round bosom. “You were last here when you were ten, Lizzie.”
Elizabeth stopped and swivelled on one heal. She pulled her sunglasses down and stared at the Manager. “Then I would have been sixteen. Now I am twenty-six. I do not go by the name Lizzie. I am Miss Kingston. Not Liz. Not Lizzie and to you, not Elizabeth.”
Mike nodded his head, “I apologize, Miss Kingston.” He was taken back by her hostility, and wondered where the young teenager was that he’d found so charming. He knew the Kingston’s were a well known family over in Europe and their name was a strong one too here in the US, but Mister Kingston and the Missus rarely brought Elizabeth to the States. When they did she was usually flocked with guards and that year she secretly had snuck out and enjoyed some flirty fun with several of the staff. He’d not said anything, wanting the young girl to enjoy a taste of freedom.
“Your rooms are ready. I’ve had your parents suite cleaned and all the linens changed to the colors you specified in your email. My grandson Richard has been learning the ropes and is set to take over upon my retirement in just a few weeks.”
Elizabeth nodded her head and entered the elevator. Mike followed. The others in her entourage took the service elevator and soon all were at the top floor of the hotel and walking into her vast apartments. Elizabeth dismissed everyone, including Mike. She called home, checked in with her parents attorney, now her own and let him know she was safe and sound. The young woman, now alone in the world, both parents lost in a plane crash, headed to the bathroom to wash away the tension in her body. She hated flying.
Elizabeth spent several long minutes in the shower, just letting the water lather her in its welcoming heat. In time she sought out the soap and washed away the sweat of the day and rinsed the frothy bubbles from her skin. Her long hair was treated to the same delicate care, and soon the jet lag of the flight was eased away, replaced by a sense of coolness. She shut the water off and grabbed her oil. Her fingers slipped lazily down her chest and she toyed with the hard pearls of her breasts. A sigh of longing left her lips as she abandoned her play and stepped out of the shower.
After drying her hair and herself, Elizabeth found a dress to wear and slipped it on. The shimmering red dress fit like a second skin and her shoes added another three inches to her already long legs. A pair of diamond teardrop earrings licked her neck and a matching teardrop suspended by a thin clear line, dangled just above her cleavage. Quietly she stepped out of her hotel room and made her way back down to the main floor. One of her bodyguards was there and rushed to her side. “Don’t,” she told him, flicking her wrist and ordering him away from her.
“Miss?”
“I’m going out. Alone and if you follow me, you won’t have a job.”
He blinked, but stepped back. Deep in his gut Andrew knew he was already close to losing his job. It was just a matter of time before Elizabeth got rid of all the loyal men and women that had worked for her father and mother. The sweet girl had been replaced by a snobby, arrogant bitch, who knew her value.
Elizabeth walked out into the dark night and shook out her hair. She licked her lips and headed toward the train terminal. She was free and tonight she was on the prowl. Her parents were dead. She was no longer under their control, she was simply her own person and was ready to live a real life. At the station she purchased a ticket The rail sounded loud and she felt the rumbling of it in her chest. Elizabeth stepped on when the doors parted, determined to ride the line and enjoy the degrading sights of the city that her parents never allowed her to explore on her own.
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“Get off me you ass!” Elizabeth screamed as she pushed the man away. He stumbled slightly, and she took the upper hand, pushing him further away and kicking at him with her heeled foot. He shouted a curse at her and grabbed her arm. Elizabeth felt her arm being jerked and worried he’d dislocate her shoulder if she didn’t cooperate to some degree. She fell back into him and gritted her teeth as his hand came up to cup her breasts.
“Ooh nice, perky lady.”
She heard him laugh at his choice of words. Elizabeth grimaced as he squeezed her tits and mashed them against her chest. “Yeah, baby,” she whimpered, moving her hand to her purse and slowly slipping it inside.
She felt his lips pushing her hair away and she shuddered when his breath slammed into her. She almost gagged from the liquor that seemed to radiate from him and blanket her. “You want some pussy?” she moaned, moving her fingers from her purse as she rolled her ass against his crotch.
The moan of appreciation fell on her ears and the man’s hands moved to her hips, where they pushed up her dress. Elizabeth felt the cold air slam into her warm flesh, turned around and brought her hand up at the same time she dropped her purse. Her keys were gripped tight in her fist, one poking out between two fingers. She reached out and dragged the makeshift weapon down the man’s cheek and felt him release and shove her away.
Elizabeth fell back onto the floor of the train. One heel of her shoe snapped off as she tried to rise up from her position. She crawled a few feet, hoping to make it to the next car, but was stopped as she was pulled back. Spinning around she glared at the man who had a firm hold of her and tried to kick him in the face as he dragged her under him.
She made a connection, one that wasn’t solid, but did enough to loosen his grip on her leg. She tried to crawl again, but was stopped as the iron fist grabbed her dress and pulled hard. The sound of the shoulder straps tearing brought a new sense of horror to Elizabeth. She grabbed the top of the dress and tried to scramble to her knees, only to be brought down again when the assailant lashed out and grabbed her hair, jerking her back and forcing her head into the center bar.
A cry of alarm left her lips and a knot slowly started to form on her soft flesh. He was behind her and ripped the dress down the back. Elizabeth screamed and pulled away again, this time losing the death-like grip she had on the dress and running to the door of the train, in her broken heel and g-string. Her fists banged on the door as she felt the man press against her.
“Ooh nice, perky lady.”
She heard him laugh at his choice of words. Elizabeth grimaced as he squeezed her tits and mashed them against her chest. “Yeah, baby,” she whimpered, moving her hand to her purse and slowly slipping it inside.
She felt his lips pushing her hair away and she shuddered when his breath slammed into her. She almost gagged from the liquor that seemed to radiate from him and blanket her. “You want some pussy?” she moaned, moving her fingers from her purse as she rolled her ass against his crotch.
The moan of appreciation fell on her ears and the man’s hands moved to her hips, where they pushed up her dress. Elizabeth felt the cold air slam into her warm flesh, turned around and brought her hand up at the same time she dropped her purse. Her keys were gripped tight in her fist, one poking out between two fingers. She reached out and dragged the makeshift weapon down the man’s cheek and felt him release and shove her away.
Elizabeth fell back onto the floor of the train. One heel of her shoe snapped off as she tried to rise up from her position. She crawled a few feet, hoping to make it to the next car, but was stopped as she was pulled back. Spinning around she glared at the man who had a firm hold of her and tried to kick him in the face as he dragged her under him.
She made a connection, one that wasn’t solid, but did enough to loosen his grip on her leg. She tried to crawl again, but was stopped as the iron fist grabbed her dress and pulled hard. The sound of the shoulder straps tearing brought a new sense of horror to Elizabeth. She grabbed the top of the dress and tried to scramble to her knees, only to be brought down again when the assailant lashed out and grabbed her hair, jerking her back and forcing her head into the center bar.
A cry of alarm left her lips and a knot slowly started to form on her soft flesh. He was behind her and ripped the dress down the back. Elizabeth screamed and pulled away again, this time losing the death-like grip she had on the dress and running to the door of the train, in her broken heel and g-string. Her fists banged on the door as she felt the man press against her.
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Elizabeth screamed as the man’s cock filled her sex. Her fighting began renewed and she pushed back, twisting her body to try and free herself from the pin he had her in. She screamed again as he pulled out and drove back in. He repeated the action, every time more forceful then the last. Tears flowed down her cheeks as her screams went unanswered. As he pumped in and out of her, she felt his other hand move to her ass.
His finger pushed into the tight hole and again Elizabeth tried to throw him off. She felt him invade her and she feared for her life. In the back of her mind she told herself this wasn’t happening. She’d wake up and be in her hotel suite. “Ohhh yeah. . .feels gooood.”
The sound of the rapist getting his pleasure from her brought a shudder of revolution to Elizabeth and she felt her stomach tighten as bile rose up from her throat. She swallowed it down and then shuddered in disgust as she felt her pussy become hot with the seeds of her attacker’s release.
He held himself inside her and Elizabeth sagged. It was over now, she told herself. She’d be let go, released and then she would find this ass and kill him. Every police department in this city would seek him out and destroy him. Elizabeth closed her eyes and locked his features into her memory.
When his cock pulled out of her, the slick sound made her tremble with shame. He held her hair and dragged her to one of the other seats, tossing her to it and then grinning down on her gaping cunt. His come eased from it and he stared at his dick.
“Now I’m all dirty,” he muttered. He looked up and grinned. Elizabeth’s eyes grew wide as he reached for her again and pushed her face to his crotch. “Bath,” he demanded and ground her angelic features into his smelly, crotch.
His finger pushed into the tight hole and again Elizabeth tried to throw him off. She felt him invade her and she feared for her life. In the back of her mind she told herself this wasn’t happening. She’d wake up and be in her hotel suite. “Ohhh yeah. . .feels gooood.”
The sound of the rapist getting his pleasure from her brought a shudder of revolution to Elizabeth and she felt her stomach tighten as bile rose up from her throat. She swallowed it down and then shuddered in disgust as she felt her pussy become hot with the seeds of her attacker’s release.
He held himself inside her and Elizabeth sagged. It was over now, she told herself. She’d be let go, released and then she would find this ass and kill him. Every police department in this city would seek him out and destroy him. Elizabeth closed her eyes and locked his features into her memory.
When his cock pulled out of her, the slick sound made her tremble with shame. He held her hair and dragged her to one of the other seats, tossing her to it and then grinning down on her gaping cunt. His come eased from it and he stared at his dick.
“Now I’m all dirty,” he muttered. He looked up and grinned. Elizabeth’s eyes grew wide as he reached for her again and pushed her face to his crotch. “Bath,” he demanded and ground her angelic features into his smelly, crotch.
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Elizabeth was picked up and thrown over Richard’s shoulder. She screamed again, cursing and batting her fist against his back and kicking him as best she could. The resounding crack of his palm meeting her ass, brought an outraged shriek from her and she stilled when he threatened to do it again. She took in her surroundings, noting windows and doors, hallways and rooms, eventually she felt the coolness of what she assumed was a basement. The bouncing of her body told her she was being taken downstairs and she tried to remain calm as she looked for a way out of the mess she was in.
He dropped her on a cot and leered at her. Elizabeth glared back. “Do you have any idea who I am?” she hissed out.
He folded his arms in front of him and lifted a brow. “You told me your name,” he chuckled, but still either hadn’t made the connection or didn’t care.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “Are you all as stupid as that idiot that raped me?”
Richard’s hand once again connected with her jaw, leaving her teeth rattling and her head spinning. She grabbed her sore cheek and rubbed it. “I’m Elizabeth Kingston. The same one that owns the fuckin’ airport. The same one that owns the Hotel, a number of banks, business and properties. Fuck. . .I probably own this god damn land this shit hole of a house sits on!”
He dropped her on a cot and leered at her. Elizabeth glared back. “Do you have any idea who I am?” she hissed out.
He folded his arms in front of him and lifted a brow. “You told me your name,” he chuckled, but still either hadn’t made the connection or didn’t care.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “Are you all as stupid as that idiot that raped me?”
Richard’s hand once again connected with her jaw, leaving her teeth rattling and her head spinning. She grabbed her sore cheek and rubbed it. “I’m Elizabeth Kingston. The same one that owns the fuckin’ airport. The same one that owns the Hotel, a number of banks, business and properties. Fuck. . .I probably own this god damn land this shit hole of a house sits on!”
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“Fuck you!” she screamed. The belt continued to slash at her flesh, welts rose, criss-crossing in several places. The tips of her toes hurt from her suspended position. The rope on her neck was tight, but not tight enough to choke her into a welcoming pit of blackness. Each lash of Richard’s strong and well placed smacks forced her to lose her balance and jerk against the bindings.
“Money. . .” she hissed. “Millions. . .” she gasped.
He laughed and continued to pour more blows across her flesh. “Gonna. . .make sure you. . . suffer,” she growled out.
Richard lifted the belt and once again gave several slaps to her breasts, circling her body and beating as much of her flesh that the belt could reach.
“What are you?” he asked.
“What the fuck . . . is wrong with . . . You?!” she shouted back.
The belt landed across her face and she screamed in pain and outrage.
“What are you?” he asked again.
Elizabeth looked up, her face swelling from the blows delivered by the belt, as well as the smack in the head she took in the train. “Whore,” she muttered, her gaze holding his with the look of steel.
Richard didn’t flinch, but waited as she glared hotly at him and added, “Slut.”
“Money. . .” she hissed. “Millions. . .” she gasped.
He laughed and continued to pour more blows across her flesh. “Gonna. . .make sure you. . . suffer,” she growled out.
Richard lifted the belt and once again gave several slaps to her breasts, circling her body and beating as much of her flesh that the belt could reach.
“What are you?” he asked.
“What the fuck . . . is wrong with . . . You?!” she shouted back.
The belt landed across her face and she screamed in pain and outrage.
“What are you?” he asked again.
Elizabeth looked up, her face swelling from the blows delivered by the belt, as well as the smack in the head she took in the train. “Whore,” she muttered, her gaze holding his with the look of steel.
Richard didn’t flinch, but waited as she glared hotly at him and added, “Slut.”
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The shock of the bulb’s power made Elizabeth scream and buck away, but Richard anticipated this and the bulb followed. The pain was unlike anything she’d experienced up to this point and she jerked again as he toyed with the bulb and her sex. Another screamed echoed through the basement and tears washed down her cheeks.
He laughed at her and asked her again what she was. Through her tears and her runny nose, she muttered the words he had wanted to hear.
“Slut,” she cried, and then followed it with, “whore.”
Her breath seemed locked in her chest as she hung there, sobbing and trembling, jerking occasionally as she fought for breath.
“Please. . .please don’t. . .I really am rich. . .I can get you anything you want. . .please, let me go,” she begged and pleaded as she tried to catch the air her lungs demanded.
He laughed at her and asked her again what she was. Through her tears and her runny nose, she muttered the words he had wanted to hear.
“Slut,” she cried, and then followed it with, “whore.”
Her breath seemed locked in her chest as she hung there, sobbing and trembling, jerking occasionally as she fought for breath.
“Please. . .please don’t. . .I really am rich. . .I can get you anything you want. . .please, let me go,” she begged and pleaded as she tried to catch the air her lungs demanded.
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Hitting the floor hard, Elizabeth cried out. She rolled and her bound arms and wrists hurt as they took the pressure of her fall, saving her face from hitting the concrete. She curled herself up and cried as Richard spoke. She heard his demand, and tried to ignore it. Then she heard the wand and scrambled away, only to watch him laugh as he advanced toward her. She saw his cock and wanted nothing but freedom as she tried to stand and run away. Her arms, still bound behind her back, made her clumsy and she stumbled.
The fall propelled her to the side and again she lay on the floor. “You can’t go far. Can you slut?” The bulb was pressed to her right ass check and held there for a second, maybe two. The amount of time was lost on Elizabeth as she screamed and tried to crawl away. Richard’s deep throaty chuckle mingled with her cries for help.
“You’ll learn slut ” he shouted, kicking her again and staring down at her. He turned away and reclaimed a spot on the floor that was a greater distance from her. “I told you to crawl over here, bitch; now do it!”
Elizabeth turned and stared at him through her bloodshot eyes full of tears. Her face was not the beautiful one she was well known for. It was blotchy and swollen, bruised and scratched. She was sore and a few blisters had begun to appear on select areas were the bulb had been pressed too hard. She closed her eyes and shuddered, then began to crawl on her knees toward Richard. The only phrase running in her mind was “He’ll pay. He’ll pay for all of this and more.”
She reached him and stared at his thick shaft. A tremor of disgust filled her and she turned her head away. His fingers found her hair and he lifted her face to gaze up at his. “NOW ” he demanded, twisting the long red locks and pulling hard, so her head was forced back. He dropped the hold and she snapped forward.
Elizabeth cringed as she lifted her head and grabbed the man’s cock with her mouth. She swallowed the bile in her throat and moved closer to him. His scent was more welcoming than his brother’s had been; this helped Elizabeth stomach what she was about to do. She took a deep breath and rested on her knees as her mouth moved closer to cover the man’s spongy head. The feel of this cock in her mouth made her stomach pitch. She lifted herself off, then slipped her lips back over it, then down. Inch by inch she moved, lifting and the dropping herself down onto his dick.
He grabbed her head and shoved her down, holding her as she gagged around his cock. “Come on whore. I’m sure you can do better than that!”
Elizabeth’s eyes clenched tight as she worked the muscles of her throat and mouth to constrict around her tormenter. Her tongue swept up, down, and around the thick meat that plundered her. His tension decreased slightly as she began to suck vigorously. The rush of blood in his veins rolled across the flat of her tongue and Elizabeth concentrated on the feeling, knowing her attacker was enjoying his game and the way she used her skills to pay homage to that one sensation.
In her head she heard his demand she perform better than a twenty dollar whore. She knew there were a lot more hours to endure with this particular filth and she resigned herself to that fate. In the back of her mind as she rolled her way up and down his hard shaft, Elizabeth brainstormed. Right now, she told herself he was holding all the cards and he still would, but she was not going to be the only victim in this foul game.
She sucked her way up to the head and then licked her way down his shaft. Her tongue moved to stroke the base of his dick and then her mouth moved to his balls. She licked them both, rolled them back and forth between her lips, abandoned them and then worshiped his sex with a series of deep-throating techniques. Again his hand eased its hold and she heard him grunt in pleasure. She looked up and saw his eyes growing glassy. She closed hers again and went back to suck on his velvet sac.
She pressed the twins spheres against the inner cheeks of her mouth, lapped at them with her wet, moist tongue and then let the left one pop out of her mouth. She continued to suckle him and then she ran her tongue across the sharpest of her teeth. Elizabeth felt the points of her canines and closed her eyes hard. She knew there would be hell to pay, but she also knew he would have a hard time removing her consciously from her anchor. With a prayer to the Heaven’s, Elizabeth bit down on the soft jewel and held it firmly between her tight grip.
The howl of pain that erupted from Richard fueled Elizabeth and she held on with all her might to his ball. The blows to her head were nothing compared to the rush of victory that was pouring through her as Richard tried desperately to break the vise-like grip her jaw had on his precious jewel.
The fall propelled her to the side and again she lay on the floor. “You can’t go far. Can you slut?” The bulb was pressed to her right ass check and held there for a second, maybe two. The amount of time was lost on Elizabeth as she screamed and tried to crawl away. Richard’s deep throaty chuckle mingled with her cries for help.
“You’ll learn slut ” he shouted, kicking her again and staring down at her. He turned away and reclaimed a spot on the floor that was a greater distance from her. “I told you to crawl over here, bitch; now do it!”
Elizabeth turned and stared at him through her bloodshot eyes full of tears. Her face was not the beautiful one she was well known for. It was blotchy and swollen, bruised and scratched. She was sore and a few blisters had begun to appear on select areas were the bulb had been pressed too hard. She closed her eyes and shuddered, then began to crawl on her knees toward Richard. The only phrase running in her mind was “He’ll pay. He’ll pay for all of this and more.”
She reached him and stared at his thick shaft. A tremor of disgust filled her and she turned her head away. His fingers found her hair and he lifted her face to gaze up at his. “NOW ” he demanded, twisting the long red locks and pulling hard, so her head was forced back. He dropped the hold and she snapped forward.
Elizabeth cringed as she lifted her head and grabbed the man’s cock with her mouth. She swallowed the bile in her throat and moved closer to him. His scent was more welcoming than his brother’s had been; this helped Elizabeth stomach what she was about to do. She took a deep breath and rested on her knees as her mouth moved closer to cover the man’s spongy head. The feel of this cock in her mouth made her stomach pitch. She lifted herself off, then slipped her lips back over it, then down. Inch by inch she moved, lifting and the dropping herself down onto his dick.
He grabbed her head and shoved her down, holding her as she gagged around his cock. “Come on whore. I’m sure you can do better than that!”
Elizabeth’s eyes clenched tight as she worked the muscles of her throat and mouth to constrict around her tormenter. Her tongue swept up, down, and around the thick meat that plundered her. His tension decreased slightly as she began to suck vigorously. The rush of blood in his veins rolled across the flat of her tongue and Elizabeth concentrated on the feeling, knowing her attacker was enjoying his game and the way she used her skills to pay homage to that one sensation.
In her head she heard his demand she perform better than a twenty dollar whore. She knew there were a lot more hours to endure with this particular filth and she resigned herself to that fate. In the back of her mind as she rolled her way up and down his hard shaft, Elizabeth brainstormed. Right now, she told herself he was holding all the cards and he still would, but she was not going to be the only victim in this foul game.
She sucked her way up to the head and then licked her way down his shaft. Her tongue moved to stroke the base of his dick and then her mouth moved to his balls. She licked them both, rolled them back and forth between her lips, abandoned them and then worshiped his sex with a series of deep-throating techniques. Again his hand eased its hold and she heard him grunt in pleasure. She looked up and saw his eyes growing glassy. She closed hers again and went back to suck on his velvet sac.
She pressed the twins spheres against the inner cheeks of her mouth, lapped at them with her wet, moist tongue and then let the left one pop out of her mouth. She continued to suckle him and then she ran her tongue across the sharpest of her teeth. Elizabeth felt the points of her canines and closed her eyes hard. She knew there would be hell to pay, but she also knew he would have a hard time removing her consciously from her anchor. With a prayer to the Heaven’s, Elizabeth bit down on the soft jewel and held it firmly between her tight grip.
The howl of pain that erupted from Richard fueled Elizabeth and she held on with all her might to his ball. The blows to her head were nothing compared to the rush of victory that was pouring through her as Richard tried desperately to break the vise-like grip her jaw had on his precious jewel.
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Elizabeth felt a nag of doubt as the Surgeon talked softly to her, holding the pencil up for her to take. She eyed him cautiously, noting his coat and his easy voice. She licked her lips, turning away and not yet taking the writing implement. Her lower lip trembled as she tried to focus on where she was and what the man had said.
“I’ve given you several shots to ease the pain and help your body fight the infections and heal, but I need your written approval to do the surgeries needed to prevent permanent damage and scarring.”
A visible shudder rolled through her as she recalled all the things that had been done to her. She reached up and wiped at a tear that fell from her swollen eyes. It was then that she felt the bandage on her head and knew there was a sizable lump under the gauze.
“The majority of your injuries are minor bruises and contusions, with the exception of two areas, one in the area of your reproductive organs that could stop you from bearing children, the other is over your liver.”
The sound of a sob escaped her as she thought of what the man had told her. She reached down with one hand, IV’s running through it and touched her stomach. Her lips trembled as she turned her head and reached for the pencil. She licked her lips and brushed away the tears.
He held a paper out to her, its flimsy white sheet a contrast to the black clipboard that held it firmly in place.
“You’re in my lab Miss Kingston, where I brought you after I found you in the present state you’re in, now permit me to introduce myself, my name is Benjamin Alexander and I’m a surgeon. Introductions done we need to discuss the severity of your wounds and how quickly we can get you into surgery, before you die”
Die? She shuddered again, feeling her hate and rage building up inside her. She studied the paper, her hand moving closer to the long line where she was to place her John Hancock. She started to form the first letters of her first name and froze as the Doctor’s words came back to her.
“You’re in my lab. . .where I brought you. . .I found you. . .”
She held the pencil poised. Her brow furrowed. Another voice reached into her pain-filled and drug hazed state.
“An eye for an eye, when I finish with you it will be agony beyond measure to pee, but don't worry about satisfying my brother with your cunt, he prefers the feel of a virgin ass"
“Why am I in a lab?” she asked, her face growing paler than even the Doctor thought was possible. “Why not a hospital? You know my name. . .where are my bodyguards?” Her fingers curled around the pencil and her body began to shake as she took in the man’s appearance as he watched her. “Why did you bring me here? Where did you find me?”
She licked her lips and bolted pulling at the small patches of wires that were hooked to her skin and ripped at the IV in her arm. “There are three of you!” she screamed as she lunged toward the door. He grabbed her leg and dragged her back toward him. She turned and stabbed at him with the pencil. "I'll not sign anything you sick fuck!"
“I’ve given you several shots to ease the pain and help your body fight the infections and heal, but I need your written approval to do the surgeries needed to prevent permanent damage and scarring.”
A visible shudder rolled through her as she recalled all the things that had been done to her. She reached up and wiped at a tear that fell from her swollen eyes. It was then that she felt the bandage on her head and knew there was a sizable lump under the gauze.
“The majority of your injuries are minor bruises and contusions, with the exception of two areas, one in the area of your reproductive organs that could stop you from bearing children, the other is over your liver.”
The sound of a sob escaped her as she thought of what the man had told her. She reached down with one hand, IV’s running through it and touched her stomach. Her lips trembled as she turned her head and reached for the pencil. She licked her lips and brushed away the tears.
He held a paper out to her, its flimsy white sheet a contrast to the black clipboard that held it firmly in place.
“You’re in my lab Miss Kingston, where I brought you after I found you in the present state you’re in, now permit me to introduce myself, my name is Benjamin Alexander and I’m a surgeon. Introductions done we need to discuss the severity of your wounds and how quickly we can get you into surgery, before you die”
Die? She shuddered again, feeling her hate and rage building up inside her. She studied the paper, her hand moving closer to the long line where she was to place her John Hancock. She started to form the first letters of her first name and froze as the Doctor’s words came back to her.
“You’re in my lab. . .where I brought you. . .I found you. . .”
She held the pencil poised. Her brow furrowed. Another voice reached into her pain-filled and drug hazed state.
“An eye for an eye, when I finish with you it will be agony beyond measure to pee, but don't worry about satisfying my brother with your cunt, he prefers the feel of a virgin ass"
“Why am I in a lab?” she asked, her face growing paler than even the Doctor thought was possible. “Why not a hospital? You know my name. . .where are my bodyguards?” Her fingers curled around the pencil and her body began to shake as she took in the man’s appearance as he watched her. “Why did you bring me here? Where did you find me?”
She licked her lips and bolted pulling at the small patches of wires that were hooked to her skin and ripped at the IV in her arm. “There are three of you!” she screamed as she lunged toward the door. He grabbed her leg and dragged her back toward him. She turned and stabbed at him with the pencil. "I'll not sign anything you sick fuck!"
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She listened to him, her mind working at the same time as she thought about all he’d said. The fear of trusting him was still there, evident in the hesitate way she curled herself up into the sheet. The wires that still crossed her skin kept her limbs somewhat tangled, but she still wanted to hide away.
“You want me to trust you? You're there brother, yet you only ‘saved’ me didn’t you? You didn’t have them arrested, did you?” She swallowed the lump in her throat. “They’ll do this again to another woman and it’ll be your fault.”
She sniffed and wiped at her tears, turning her head into the pillow. “You want me to trust you. . .” she laughed, a hollow sound that pulled from her gut.
“Then you’ll have to trust me. Treat me without signing the papers. Trust me that I’ll not do anything to you. If once you get in there something can’t be fixed then do what you can and keep me alive. If you fail," she snickered, the sound one of disbelief, "I'll never know. I’ll trust you to be the Surgeon you claim yourself to be.”
Her gaze held his as a brush of pain began to tingle in her body. She could tell the medications were wearing out and she maybe had an hour, if that much before the drugs were out of her system. “I have no proof you are what you say you are. Any man can dress up in a doctor’s lab coat. So . . . Doc. If I die here, it’s on your head. But until I see a reason to trust you. . . I can’t.”
She turned away, trying to recapture a part of her self control and praying to God she hadn’t just ended her life. “I'm not an idiot. You may think that but you'd be wrong. I’m worth billions Benjamin. Billions. You fix me and I’ll make sure you’re taken care of in ways you’ve never dreamed.”
“You want me to trust you? You're there brother, yet you only ‘saved’ me didn’t you? You didn’t have them arrested, did you?” She swallowed the lump in her throat. “They’ll do this again to another woman and it’ll be your fault.”
She sniffed and wiped at her tears, turning her head into the pillow. “You want me to trust you. . .” she laughed, a hollow sound that pulled from her gut.
“Then you’ll have to trust me. Treat me without signing the papers. Trust me that I’ll not do anything to you. If once you get in there something can’t be fixed then do what you can and keep me alive. If you fail," she snickered, the sound one of disbelief, "I'll never know. I’ll trust you to be the Surgeon you claim yourself to be.”
Her gaze held his as a brush of pain began to tingle in her body. She could tell the medications were wearing out and she maybe had an hour, if that much before the drugs were out of her system. “I have no proof you are what you say you are. Any man can dress up in a doctor’s lab coat. So . . . Doc. If I die here, it’s on your head. But until I see a reason to trust you. . . I can’t.”
She turned away, trying to recapture a part of her self control and praying to God she hadn’t just ended her life. “I'm not an idiot. You may think that but you'd be wrong. I’m worth billions Benjamin. Billions. You fix me and I’ll make sure you’re taken care of in ways you’ve never dreamed.”
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Elizabeth’s hand shook as she reached for the phone. Her eyes held Benjamin’s as she pulled it over to her and felt the weight of it bearing down on her worn muscles. She winced as her moving and shifting in the bed caused more of her pain to tingle and throb. She knew in time she’d feel everything and she’d be begging for some type of pain medication. After she took a deep breath and released it, she swallowed the lump in her throat and dialed the number to her United States Attorney cell number.
As soon as she heard his voice she sobbed into the phone. After she got her name out, she felt better, knowing there was someone on her side, at least someone she knew and knew her. She told him she’d been beaten and abused. He asked by who and she glanced at her doctor. “I don’t know,” she replied. “I was found by some man claiming to be a surgeon. He’s got me in a hospital or a clinic or something. . .but I need to have surgery now or I’ll . . . I just need it now.”
She continued to try and explain what she wanted her lawyer to do. She told him she would be in surgery or in recovery by the time he and her entourage appeared. “Can you record this?” she asked him. Once he told her he had his hand recorder ready, she stared at Benjamin and spoke into the phone.
“Benjamin Alexander has the right to legally treat me for care concerning the mistreatment of my person, in order to save my life. . . I am signing a waiver that says he can treat me. I am not under duress or being forced. Benjamin Alexander has no other say in the other aspects of my life and any documents stating that are factious and fraudulent. . . .”
“Do you have that?” She asked her attorney.
When he played it back for her, she sighed and told him she was handing the phone over to the doctor. He was to tell him her location and to expect at the least two bodyguards. Elizabeth passed the phone to Ben. Her face contorted with pain. “I’ll sign your damn paper. . . Now we’ve met half way,” she whimpered as she curled up and tried to relax as the pain began to seep through her bones.
As soon as she heard his voice she sobbed into the phone. After she got her name out, she felt better, knowing there was someone on her side, at least someone she knew and knew her. She told him she’d been beaten and abused. He asked by who and she glanced at her doctor. “I don’t know,” she replied. “I was found by some man claiming to be a surgeon. He’s got me in a hospital or a clinic or something. . .but I need to have surgery now or I’ll . . . I just need it now.”
She continued to try and explain what she wanted her lawyer to do. She told him she would be in surgery or in recovery by the time he and her entourage appeared. “Can you record this?” she asked him. Once he told her he had his hand recorder ready, she stared at Benjamin and spoke into the phone.
“Benjamin Alexander has the right to legally treat me for care concerning the mistreatment of my person, in order to save my life. . . I am signing a waiver that says he can treat me. I am not under duress or being forced. Benjamin Alexander has no other say in the other aspects of my life and any documents stating that are factious and fraudulent. . . .”
“Do you have that?” She asked her attorney.
When he played it back for her, she sighed and told him she was handing the phone over to the doctor. He was to tell him her location and to expect at the least two bodyguards. Elizabeth passed the phone to Ben. Her face contorted with pain. “I’ll sign your damn paper. . . Now we’ve met half way,” she whimpered as she curled up and tried to relax as the pain began to seep through her bones.
