CEO of a large corporation is kidnapped and tortured. Four beauties abuse his privates until one of them has sex with him in a good faith effort to secure money in exchange for his freedom.
TORMENTED TYCOON
Tom pressed the intercom button on his desk phone. “Sarah, have Bill bring me the last four quarterly reports for our AIM subsidiary, please. I want to see inventory, sales volume, gross and net revenue.”
“Yes, Mr. Granger. Right away sir.”
Tom Granger was the Chief Executive Officer of a multi-national conglomerate operating in the Americas, Europe, and parts of Asia. They had no presence on the African continent yet, and Mr. Granger’s current task was to penetrate that market. His Ten Million US dollar salary was augmented with a year-end bonus of an equal amount if he could establish a foothold on the African continent. He had been working on this project for nearly four months now with little or no progress shown. There was a Board of Directors meeting coming up in less than two months and he was eager to show them something, some progress, even if it was a drop in the bucket. He had summoned Bill, his right-hand man, and the head of the sales and marketing department. Tom’s mood foretold that Bill was going to leave Granger’s office with two assholes.
The knock on the door to his mammoth office indicated Bill’s arrival. “Enter” barked Tom. “Please take a seat, Bill. We need to review our Africa progress. I have a Board meeting in less than two months. If you want to continue working here, you had better give me some ammunition. The Board is not an easy group to fool.”
The meeting lasted for nearly two hours. Tom was not impressed with the lack of any tangible progress from Bill’s team and Bill got beaten up pretty badly. Both men ended the meeting in sour moods. It was only three o’clock, but Tom was drained. He decided to take a few hours away from the pressure cooker he inhabited six days a week and clear his mind on the golf course.
“Sarah, have my limo brought around to the front, please. And clear my calendar. I’ll be unavailable for the rest of the day.”
“Yes, sir, Mr. Granger. Right away, sir.”
Tom gathered his things and rode the elevator down thirty-five floors to the lobby. He was still in a sour mood and wasn’t really paying much attention to his surroundings. As soon as he stepped out of the building doorway, two very attractive women grabbed his arms, one on either side and hustled him across the sidewalk to a nonde*********** white van. They forced him into the rear, throwing his stuff in behind. The van had no windows in the back so he couldn't tell exactly where he was being taken. One of the lovelies had a handgun pointed at him to keep him in line. After a half hour ride, the van turned, and one could hear the tires grinding on a gravel roadway. Eventually it arrived at a nonde*********** house at the end of the gravel drive, surrounded by woods and not much else. There were no other houses within sight.
Inside, they led Tom into the basement, an oddity in Florida. It was dark and damp, only a bare light bulb hanging from the rafters. Two of the girls began to disrobe him. He vigorously struggled against them when the lights went out. A blinding crack against his skull rendered him helpless as he crumbled to the floor.
The clanking and whirring of the laundry washing machine brought Tom back to consciousness. He was naked, seated in a hard, straight backed wooden chair. When he tried to stand up, he discovered that his hands were cuffed behind him and his ankles were duct-taped to the chair legs. A group of four women, including the two who had kidnaped him, were huddled near the stairs discussing their plans. Their conversation couldn't be heard clearly, just snippets and phrases.
"Ooohh, that's good ... better not until the boss gets here ... that'd be fun ... wonder if he'll let us ... but he's old ... no, no, no, how 'bout ... money ... dong" and so forth.
Bewildered and angry, Tom shouted out sternly "What the fuck is going on here! Untie me this minute! You're messing with the wrong dude! I'll have the cops after you in no time! Now release me or else!"
One of the lovelies approached their captive. She was an attractive Asian woman sporting short, straight black hair. With a smug smile she said "Or else, what old timer? You belong to us now, we're in charge, not you. We've had enough of your old white guy shenanigans. You'll do what we say or suffer the consequences." She slapped a small baseball bat into the palm of her hand for effect.
This irked him, got his blood boiling. He furiously struggled to stand up, pulling the chair up with him, when she cracked the bat against his head again. Tom’s head jerked to one side and the chair toppled over, Tom still it's prisoner. The lights went out again.
The pain in his head was intense, and he felt nauseas struggling to consciousness. They had moved him into a larger upstairs room with windows secured with iron bars, and he was lying naked on a gurney. When he tried to move, he discovered that all four limbs were restrained. There wasn't much light in the room, only what seeped past the roller shades pulled down over the windows. It was unbearably hot in the room, no air circulation at all. There were several cameras placed strategically to record the prisoner from every angle.
After what seemed like an eternity, the door opened. The same Asian woman with her baton, a buxom redhead, and a foreign man, dressed in a khaki military uniform, entered. He appeared to be of Middle Eastern descent complete with full beard and wearing a beret.
In a thick accent he addressed Tom. "As long as you comply with our demands, you will be released unharmed. Any resistance will be dealt with harshly." The Asian woman slapped her palm with the baton for effect. "Do you understand?"
In his agony, Tom barked back "I heard your words, but I demand that you release me immediately!" The redhead approached him lying helplessly on the gurney. She gently lifted his exposed penis and grabbed his balls, securing them solidly in her hand. Then she squeezed them forcefully. The pain shot through his groin. He screamed out in pain, only to have her squeeze them again even harder. It was an intense pain, and he was fearful that she would rupture his gonads.
"This is only the beginning. These cameras [he waved his hand around] will be recording every move, a chronicle of your submission. You, an old white American male, will learn that you no longer control the world. You will submit to our tactics or face death. Any resistance will be dealt with harshly." The redhead squeezed his nuts again sending blinding pain throughout his body.
Abruptly, they turned and left. Only moments later, another of the "gang of four" beauties, a blonde, came in and fed him some water and the stale heel of a baguette. It wasn't comfortable being tied down in only his birthday suit, his junk open for inspection by her or anyone else. Tom was vulnerable and didn't like it at all. After all, he was the CEO of a giant, international conglomerate, a man of considerable power and influence. She didn't speak but after feeding him, she gently massaged his aching balls. She gave Tom a sorrowful look and disappeared.
Tom lay there trying to figure out what their goal was. The pain in his head and his nuts clouded his thoughts. He drifted in and out of consciousness until the door opened again. Two of the gang of four entered. They had happy, amused expressions on their faces.
Without speaking they began fondling Tom’s manhood. Tickling, teasing, kissing. One started to perform fellatio, taking several inches into her wet mouth. Even through his pain, the natural response was an erection. They both worked at getting him fully hard and erect, stroking and caressing. As soon as they achieved their goal, one slipped a cock ring around the base. It was more like a surgical cock ring, made out of stainless steel, that was adjustable. Once she had placed it firmly around his throbbing cock, she severely tightened it, clicking a latch to keep it solidly in position. It was no longer a cock ring. It was now a tourniquet, preventing any blood from escaping his turgid dick.
Tom tried to discern why they did this. Was he being prepped to service the gang of four? Probably not. Then what was their goal? The male leader had said something about no longer ruling the world. How could images of an erection be used in propaganda? Then the thought of priapism came to mind. Perpetual erections become quite painful after a few hours.
Tom drifted between a state of consciousness and disturbed sleep, noting that the threads of sunlight able to sneak past the window shades were fading. Without a clock he guessed that it was about dinnertime. Just then, the door opened again and the buxom redhead wheeled in a cart. She sat next to the gurney and spoon fed him some horrible stew and more stale baguette. Between bites she would reach over and squeeze his still erect cock. It had started to turn a deep purple color, and the pain was setting in. Each time she squeezed it, the pain flared up, creeping into his testicles and eliciting sorrowful moans.
Tom mustered up the strength to ask "Why are you doing this to me? What do you want?" She gave him a blank stare and put her finger to her lips, shushing him. Then she got a wild, deviant look in her eyes and grabbed his dick in one hand, his balls in the other and squeezed both very hard. Tears came to Tom’s eyes as he screamed out in pain.
His outburst resulted in the other three rushing in. The redhead announced "He was asking questions again. And I think he's about ready. See for yourself." They each in turn grabbed his dick and squeezed it. Each hand became more painful than the last. "What's the verdict, comrades?" They all nodded their heads affirmatively.
The pain in his groin was ever present, getting worse by the minute and beginning to spread throughout his body. The redhead had said "He's about ready." Ready for what? Tom pondered the possibilities trying to keep his mind off the excruciating, throbbing pain in his privates. As uncomfortable as he had been lying naked and exposed, that had become the least of his worries.
The passage of time became nearly meaningless. He could tell that it had become dark outside and some hidden lights had come on in the room, ostensibly for the video cameras. Tom became aware that the door had been quietly opened and the gang of four had assembled, two on each side of the gurney. They quickly and efficiently got to work.
One removed the cock ring. It was a mental relief, but it became quite painful as the blood began slowly draining away. Sharp, shooting pains, feeling like daggers thrust into his cock, nearly overwhelmed him. The others unlocked his ankle cuffs from the gurney and connected them to hooks on wire ropes stretching from pulleys on the ceiling where it met the wall. Being behind his head, Tom hadn't noticed them previously.
Before anything else transpired, the foreign boss man appeared. "Are you ready to recant your ways, old man? Are you ready to become a believer in our cause?"
Tom spat out his reply "I have no idea what your cause is. All I know is that you have broken many laws since you kidnapped me, and I will see to it that you spend the rest of your life behind bars! All of you! You're all depraved sadists. You're all guilty!"
The boss man nodded at the girls who began pulling the cables hooked to his ankles, raising his legs up toward the ceiling. This exposed his other vulnerable, private part. One of the girls produced a giant dildo. It was only about 8 inches long, but it was the fattest one Tom had ever laid eyes on. Its diameter was easily 4 inches. With no lube, two of the girls, one on each side of the gurney, placed it at Tom’s hole and tried to push it in. It wasn't going in and he was clamping his anus shut as tightly as he could. He was shouting out his protest “NO, NO! STOP! STOP YOU BASTARDS!”
The girls kept pushing and pushing without success. Finally, the man climbed up on the gurney to help. He placed the heel of his hand on the flat base of the dildo and, with much effort, rammed it past Tom’s sphincter muscle. The force coupled with its size tore his tender skin as he screamed out in pain. The humiliation of having five people watch such a monster enter such a tiny hole plus the immeasurable pain made Tom black out.
When he regained awareness, his legs were again flat on the gurney and the man was kneeling between Tom’s legs, twisting, turning, and rotating the Goliath dildo still in his ass. When Tom screamed out "STOP!! STOP!!" one of the girls slapped his balls, spanking them sharply. The excruciating pain he was enduring made him lose consciousness again.
When he awoke, the giant dildo was still in his backside, causing much pain and discomfort. He tried contracting his muscles to expel it, all for naught. Then one of the pretty women abductors entered. She spooned some gruel into his mouth and gave him some sorrowful looks. Between sips of water and the tasteless gruel, Tom questioned her. “What do you want from me? Is it money? I have lots of it and I’ll gladly pay for my release.” This captor was far and away the finest looking of the gang of four beauties tending to him. She was blonde, curvaceous, pretty blue eyes and the sweetest dimples imaginable. She leaned down and whispered in his ear “It’s not your money they want but I do. I can help you escape for the right price.”
This prospect intrigued Tom. But first he needed the giant ass plug removed from his behind. “How much just to pull that fucking dildo out of my ass?”
“We’ll talk.” Then she vanished.
About an hour later, the entire group, including the military leader, returned. The leader spoke first. “I understand that you have offered money for your release. You must understand clearly that it’s not your money that we are after. We intend to break you so that you’ll endorse our movement. A few videos from you, a successful, high powered CEO of such a large company should do it, should help us sway opinion to our cause.” He nodded to the women. Anticipating the reaction, they spread some towels on the gurney between Tom’s legs and took hold of the dildo in his ass. When they pulled it out, it was followed by some nasty contents from his bowel. The ladies cleaned up the mess, the whole gang disappearing.
Within a few minutes, the pretty blonde captor came back alone. She gave Tom a gentle sponge bath, paying close attention to his male specific equipment. Her ministrations resulted in an erection which she kept staring at and fussing over. Tom tried to engage her in conversation. “How much money did you have in mind to assist in my escape?” She looked at the cameras scattered around the room and leaned in close again, her hand wrapped around his erect member.
“We’ll talk later.” Then she was gone again.
After being spoon fed some more distasteful mush, some time passed until Tom could see that it was dark outside once again. Suddenly, he was aware of a presence, the blonde had surreptitiously entered the room. She climbed up on the gurney with Tom and kneeled between his legs. “I’ve turned off the cameras for now. It was me who convinced General Ahmed to remove the dildo from you. I want to pleasure you now to show you my commitment.” She took his limp cock and gave him enough of a blowjob to ensure a competent erection. Then she straddled him and lowered her crotch onto his erect dick and fucked him until he came in her. “I have control over the cameras. That’s how I’ll help you escape. I want five million US dollars for my efforts.” Before Tom could respond, she was out the door.
Five million was a lot of money, especially for someone in blondies position. But Tom could afford it. He was worth considerably more than that. And if he could get some more of her sex once freed, it would be worth every penny.
In the morning, the General entered along with his gang of hotties. The General pulled his revolver out of the holster at his hip and nodded to the women who began the process of freeing Tom from his shackles. He had great difficulty standing and they held onto him, keeping him upright and steady. They gave him another sponge bath and combed his hair, making him look presentable. One of them produced his clothes and instructed him to get dressed. They produced a chair and a white sheet strung up behind it, acting as a backdrop. Tom was instructed to sit in the chair. He was given a sheet of paper upon which was written the captors manifesto.
The General barked at him “You will now read our manifesto, looking into that camera.” Two of the women led Tom to the chair and got him settled in. When he saw the red light on the camera, Tom began reading from the *********** he had been given. It was classic propaganda, death to the USA, praise be to Allah, the jihad will never cease, and on and on ad infinitum. When he was finished, they handcuffed Tom behind his back and shackled his ankles, leaving him alone in the room. The windows were barred and the door was locked. There was no easy escape. In addition, he was on camera the whole time. Any escape attempt would be immediately seen.
About an hour later it was dark outside, and the blonde who had offered to help spring Tom came back in the room. Tom was seated in the chair, trying to sleep sitting up. She approached him. “I’m Esson. I’ve turned off the cameras for now. Do you agree to my request, five million American dollars, for your release?”
“Yes, of course, Esson.”
“Fine. Enjoy this as a good faith effort on my part.” She then dropped to her knees between his legs and pulled his limp dick from his pants. She fellated him, again getting him to shoot his load, this time in her mouth. “Tomorrow, just after it gets dark, we will leave.”
Tom didn’t have time to ask any questions. He had to trust her that she had made all the proper arrangements, and they could escape safely without being captured and tortured or, worse, shot.
The next day was a repeat of the day before. Another propaganda photo shoot, Tom being forced to read more of the group’s manifesto. It, too, was pure and utter hatred of the United States and, more specifically, the “old white men who controlled it.” He was made to read long passages where he admitted that he had been among that group but had now “seen the light” and feverishly endorsed the message he was delivering.
After the sun disappeared from peeking around the window shades, Tom was on high alert. He figured that either he had been duped and armed guards would storm in and eradicate him, or Esson would quietly help him escape. To his good fortune, the latter played out. She quietly entered the room, unlocked his restraints, and led him through a darkened hallway to the back door. They tiptoed around the outside of the house and got in the white van. Esson started the motor and floored it, racing away from the house down the gravel drive. The General had heard the van start and was at the front door of the house firing his pistol toward the van. Fortunately, he was not an accurate marksman, and he only succeeded in shattering one side mirror and piercing one of the rear doors.
They raced down the road, stopping at the first gas station. There, Esson instructed Tom to follow her, exiting the van. She left it running as they sprinted across a field behind the gas station to the parking lot of a shopping mall. Esson pressed the remote on a key fob and a nearby car’s lights blinked. They got in the car and sped away.
Esson had been following the news media during Tom’s imprisonment and knew that neither his mansion nor his office were safe places. She took him to a seedy, run-down motel on the edge of town. She led him to a room she had secretly secured and ushered him in. There had been no conversation between them during the entire escape sequence. Whenever Tom had tried to ask a question, Esson had shushed him.
Once in the room, Tom took a hot shower, his first in several days. He thought back on his captivity and counted four days that he had been held captive. The shower felt luxurious. When he came from the bathroom, Esson had some fresh clothes for him. Shortly there was a knock at the door. Esson peered through the peep hole and opened the door to a pizza delivery boy. It was the first real food that Tom had eaten in several days and he wolfed it down like a hungry dog. Afterward, he lay on the bed and Esson came to lay next to him. She turned on the charm, mounted him and they had some spirited sex.
“What’s next Esson? How are you going to dispose of me? And how do I transfer my money to you?”
“I will drop you at the local police station. I will give you a bank account number into which you will deposit my money.”
Tom thought it a bit unusual that she would release him before she had her money, but he said nothing, chalking it up to a rookie, inexperienced mistake. He readily agreed to her proposal and assured her that he would feign amnesia to the police.
The next morning, Tom took advantage of her female wiles and pumped her full of his cream several times. He enjoyed her pussy from above and below as well as from behind. He raped her mouth, grabbing and pulling her hair, treating her as they had treated him. He had regained control and wielded it freely. After he was sexually satisfied, he ordered her to get the show on the road. Esson drove him a few miles to the police station. Tom got out of the car, gave Esson a big smile and wished her well. “I’ll send the money as soon as I get to a phone. Don’t worry, everything will work out.” He made note of the make, model, and color of the car, including the license plate number.
As soon as Tom was in the police station, the police Sargeant at the front desk immediately recognized him from the press that had been blasting the airwaves the past few days. Tom alerted him of the details of the car, and several squad cars were dispatched to apprehend poor Esson. As Tom sat in the Captain’s office being debriefed, he saw Esson being led in the front door in handcuffs. His ordeal, his nightmare was over.