Joslin hopped unsteadily on her right foot. Many minutes had passed since Adrian had left to get food. Too many minutes. With her left foot forced off the ground, connected to her right hand behind her, and her left hand hoisted high overhead, there was simply no way to get stable, let alone comfortable. But she shouldn't have had to stand this way for so long. Where were the police? After a while, she tried calling out, even though she knew perfectly well how isolated the cabin was and how slim the likelihood of anyone hearing her. "HELP!" she screamed. "HELLLLP!" Her voice just echoed in the large high-ceiling room. This is ridiculous! she thought. When I finally get out of here, I'm going to fire that security company! Just then the door opened. Finally! I'm saved, she cheered silently. "Honey, I'm home!" Adrian called, with a chuckle. But how could it be? Where were the cops? He strolled casually into the room and dumped a bag on the coffee table. "Not sure what you like, so I got a variety. Microwave dinners. Can't go wrong with those, right?" Joslin just stood there, wobbling and gaping at his stupid grinning face. She didn't want to admit what she had done, but the mystery of the missing police was clouding her judgment. "Where are the police?" she blurted out. "The police? Now why would you think the police would be coming here?" His grin grew another inch or two. "Because! I pushed the panic button, you idiot. When you left me alone by the alarm pad!" "Ohhhh... Right. That." He just shrugged and started sorting through the frozen dinners. "So, which do you want?" "Adrian!" She was close to tears with frustration at the failure of her plan, and his smug assurance, and the physical stress of her tortured position. "Tell me why the panic button didn't work. Or I'll- I'll..." "You'll what?" He stepped up to her and brushed her hair from her face. She tried to turn away from him, but he gripped her by the hair and forced her to look at him. "You'll beg me to fuck you again?" "Damn you! I didn't beg." She shook her head loose. "Oh, so 'don't stop' means something different in your world." "Grr! I hate you!" "We've established that fact. Several times, I think." "You forced me. You raped me. That's what I'll tell the cops when they-" "They won't be coming, Joslin." "Why?" Now she was crying. This didn't make any sense. She thought she was so close to being free, and now it seemed so far again. "Fine, I'll tell you. Just so happens that the job I got fired from was in the factory that makes that particular alarm. I know. Cool coincidence, huh? Anyway, just so happens there's another code for those units, a kind of override, that disables the panic button." "Why the hell would they have an override for the panic button?" "How would I know? I didn't design it. I think it's to prevent accidental alarms or something. Or when they have to work on the system maybe." Joslin wobbled and sniffled and tried to get her mind around what he was telling her. "So you KNEW I'd try hitting the button. And just let me do it, knowing it wouldn't do any good?" "Yup. Just messing with ya," he laughed. "I hate you!" she repeated. "Fine. Now tell me which dinner you want." Adrian stepped back, waiting for an answer, but Joslin just glared at him teary-eyed. It was amazing, though, that no matter how tear-streaked her face was or how silly she looked in that position he'd put her in, she still looked hot. He couldn't decide if it was in spite of those things, or because of them. And he was really loving this moment. She obviously thought he was really dumb, and yet he'd totally outsmarted her. Her bitchy brain was having no luck processing that bit of news. As they stared each other down, he found his attention wandering down to those beautiful heaving breasts of hers. It occurred to him he hadn't even seen them yet. He'd kissed her and fucked, in fact, he'd completely owned her for over a day now, and those puppies still remained hidden. What the hell am I waiting for? he scolded himself. With that, he approached her once more. He began touching her face again, brushing her tangled hair back as he had before. But this time, he immediately directed his hand downward, tracing the line of her neck, her collar bone, the hint of flesh visible above the top button of her blouse. Then he reached out with both hands and began unbuttoning. "What are you doing?" she demanded. "I assumed you weren't hungry anymore." "Well, I am, so stop that." He shook his head. "No can do, baby. Once this procedure starts there's no turning back." He was on the second button when he realized he wouldn't get much farther because the rope around her chest was in the way. But that just gave him a better idea. After unbuttoning the second button, he grasped the two sides of the blouse and yanked with all his might. The lacy cups of her bra sprang into view as buttons popped off and material ripped. "Don't you dare-" she said, but abruptly stopped and changed her tone. In a softer, more pleading voice, she continued, "Please. Adrian. Leave me a little bit of dignity." He paused and considered her request, but there was really no question in his mind. He wanted to see her tits. He wanted to touch them and squeeze them. He wanted to pinch her nipples until she whimpered in a mixture of pleasure and pain. He wanted it and he was going to have it. He smiled at her and shook his head. Then he reached out and pulled the bottom of the bra away from her body, stretching it up and over her breasts. When he released it, her breasts were trapped between the tight elastic of the bra above and the constricting rope below. Her breathing grew rapid and shallow, and the compressed mounds of flesh rose and fell with them. He cupped them both, lifting them and letting them fall again. He lightly dragged his untrimmed nails across the taut skin. When he touched her nipples, she gasped, and he grinned at how ripe they had become. And then something snapped in his brain. Some ancient, primitive part of it took over. He couldn't think or reason anymore. These tits were his now. SHE was his. And he'd teach her who was the goddamn boss. His fingers clamped down on her nipples and he bore down hard, pinching with all his might, twisting them first one way and then the other. Her shocked cries only urged him on. She pleaded and begged, hopping foolishly on her one leg, trying to flee when escape was impossible. Her tears of pain only made him smile. She was getting the point at last. But he would teach her even more. He let go of her nipples and grabbed her by the head. With one hand covering her mouth and nose and the other in back making sure she couldn't pull away, he was able to block off all her air. "MMMPPH!" she screamed behind his relentless grip. He could feel her whole body fight for air. She twitched and writhed in his grasp. At last, the look of defiance in her eyes gave way to fear. She didn't want to die. She'd do anything to live. Yes. That was what he'd wanted to see. Without even being aware of it, he understood it when he saw it. Just as the light of consciousness began to fade from her eyes, he let her go. She sputtered and coughed, sucking in great gulps of air and crying at the same time. Without waiting for her to fully recover, he again grabbed her by the hair, but this time, he used his free hand to lift her skirt and thrust his fingers roughly inside her. "No! Please!" she begged. But he laughed when he felt how wet she was. "Shut up!" he barked, as he crudely finger-fucked her. "You love it, bitch." "No! I don't." "You do love it. Tell me you do." "Never! I hate you. I hate you." Blackballed, Chapter 6 Copyright 2009 by rodHarden@yahoo.com All rights reserved He pulled his hands away, but only to unfasten his jeans, which he shoved down his legs into a heap around his ankles. His cock was thick and hard as granite, quivering with eagerness. She continued to plead with him, but the words fell like the beads of sweat on his brow. He gripped her by the ass and pulled her to him, lifting her free leg off the floor, and after a few awkward seconds, he was in her. "No fucking condom this time, bitch!" he roared as he used her hard and fast. When he was done, he pulled out and stumbled backward to the couch, half tripping over his jeans. He plopped back on the cushion and took a deep breath. The last few minutes buzzed in his mind like a weird dream. She stood there, sobbing, her breasts still poking out at him, her skirt crumpled in place up by her waist leaving her naked below as well. "Wow," he sighed. "Not sure what came over me, but that was awesome. Whew! Um... You okay?" Damn, he thought. Why did I ask that? Why should I care how she feels? She turned her face and remained silent. "Hey, look, I'm sorry, all right? Come on, Joslin. What do you want to eat? Still hungry?" "I'll never eat again," she whispered. Oh jeez, he thought. Drama queen time. "Fine. Suit yourself. I'll zap one for you anyway, in case you change your mind." Joslin watched him yank up his jeans and then grab the frozen dinners and stroll off for the kitchen as if nothing had happened. Men! They're such animals! And that one was exhibit A. But her mind couldn't help going back to that instant when he had dropped all pretense of self-control. Whatever had come over him... it had affected her as well. He hadn't been mistaken about her. She had wanted it as much as he had. She searched her soul, wanting it not to be true, but it was. It was something she feared even more than that moment she thought he would kill her. At least she sort of understood what death was. But not these other... feelings. How could she want him to take her like that? She'd had fantastic rolls in the hay before but none of them had much of an effect on her. The other guys wanted to fuck her because of who she was. Adrian just wanted to fuck her because he could. That's what it was. Wasn't it? She sighed and gave up trying to analyze her conflicting and confusing thoughts. Instead she tried to think of what could get him to release her. Money. Of course, she thought. That's why he'd kidnapped her in the first place. Maybe she could use the money from her inheritance from her mother to pay for her release. And... then what? She had nobody. Her own father didn't want her anymore and her sister Janelle only put up with her because she felt sorry for her. "I do have a few questions," Adrian said as he reentered the living room, carrying a Hungry Man dinner and a bottle of beer. Joslin jumped when he spoke as she was too caught up in her thoughts to see him come back. She sighed. "What?" "Why doesn't your pop want you?" Tears prickled in the back of her eyes again and she blinked furiously to keep them at bay. "He blames me for my mother's death," she whispered. "Really? What'd you do? Kill her with your bitchiness?" he asked snidely. "She was coming to pick me up at a friends house. It was raining out and she lost control of the car, if you must know." "That's it? Wow. That's pretty shallow of him. Especially when he's supposed to be some hot shot lawyer dude." She hopped and twisted around so she could look at him. "How do you know so much about my family?" she asked. "Who the hell are you?" "I told you. My name's Adrian. I only know that your daddy's a lawyer and mommy was a doctor," he replied and shoved another forkful in his mouth. "My step-mother is a doctor. Who told you all that?" Then she rolled her eyes. "Close your mouth while you chew. Jeez. You're such a pig." "Miranda." She just looked at him for a moment. "Miranda who?" "The bartender. At the bar last night." "So you didn't plan all this ahead of time?" He laughed. "Hell no. I didn't even know who you were until Miranda told me. And all I wanted at first, as you might recall, was to pick you up. Granted, knowing you were rich helped me decide which chick to hit on. But after you shot me down so bitchily, I dunno, I just winged it. I should have been a lot richer by this time today. Unfortunately, your pops had different ideas." Joslin took a deep breath. "What if I pay you myself? I have money in my inheritance." He stopped in mid-chew and looked up at her. He swallowed what he had in his mouth. "How much?" She twitched a shrug with her one shoulder. "However much you want. All of it." "How much?" he asked again. "A couple thousand," she said softly. He looked at her for a moment before he threw his head back and laughed loudly. She glared at him. "What's so funny?" she demanded. "Why are you laughing?" "A couple thousand?" he guffawed. "Your mommy didn't think much of you either, did she? You're right, Joslin. You are worthless. Maybe I should just give you back to your family." "No!" she cried. He stopped laughing abruptly and stared at her. "What?" She dropped her head down and stared at the floor. As much as she didn't want to admit it, this short time with Adrian had woken something up within her she couldn't explain. When her mother died, a part of herself did, too. Only in the past day with a complete stranger did she feel alive again. Her cheeks burned in humiliation. "Don't make me go back there."
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