The Toy

An eBook By Claire Thompson.

When Gina came to she was in a room.  It was totally dark, except for a crack of light showing under what must have been the door.  Her first conscious thought was of pain – a dull throb at the back of her head where she had been hit.  As she came fully awake she realized she was sitting upright in a chair.  Her heart began to beat wildly against her ribs as consciousness rushed back and she realized she had been kidnapped.  Kidnapped!  Who could possibly want to kidnap her, and why?  Trying to lift her hand to brush hair from her face, Gina realized her hands were tied behind the chair.  Her legs were tied to the legs of the chair, forcing her to sit in a most unladylike position, the rope holding her at the knee and ankle.  Her head was pounding and it took her a moment to take in the most horrible fact of all!  She was naked!

Except for a crisscross of thick rope that covered her body, Gina's pink, plump flesh was exposed to all the world, or at least whomever had kidnapped her.  She felt heat suffusing her features, creeping down her chest; she was horrified at the thought of someone seeing her like this.  She was never naked, ever, except in the shower.  She never looked at herself and certainly didn't allow Dwayne to do so!  Not until marriage, she reminded him on those rare occasions when his passion got the best of him and a chaste kiss threatened to go too far.

But now she was naked, her small, high breasts exposed, the rosy pink nipples jutting between the ropes that cruelly cut into her skin.  Her sex was exposed, and try as she might, she couldn't budge to shut her legs.  The sheer embarrassment of being naked was so acute it completely took over any fear of being kidnapped or killed.

She began to cry, little hysterical mews and gulps, as tears welled out of her eyes, overflowing on soft round cheeks.  Her cries changed to a startled scream when someone behind her said, "Ah, finally coming out of it, eh?  Gordon smacked you a little too hard.  I warn him that he doesn't know his own strength.  But you should be ok in a day or two.  No permanent damage."  As he spoke, the man flicked on the overhead lights.

Gina squinted in the bright fluorescent light, trying to focus.  As her vision cleared, she realized she was in a room that was completely empty, and covered in mirrors from floor to ceiling.  "Please!" Gina cried.  "Please!  What are you going to do to me?  Why am I here?  Please, oh please let me go!"  Her voice broke as she sobbed in fear.

"Relax, sugar.  We aren't going to kill you.  We don't plan to, that is, as long as you do what you're told.  Just relax.  You are going to be staying with us for a long time.  You can make it real hard on yourself, or you can relax and enjoy it.  I think we're going to have us a whole lot of fun, Gina.  Just you, me and Gordon.  You're our new pet.  We got tired of the old one."

Gina was unable to take in what he was saying.  As the man walked around in front of her, Gina squeezed her eyes shut, praying with all her might.  But the prayers must have fallen on deaf ears because when she opened her eyes, the man was still standing right in front of her.  He was tall and lean, dressed in a white cotton T-shirt and jeans.  His thick dark hair was cut short.

He knelt in front of Gina, his face crinkled in amusement.  She screamed, her eyes still squeezed shut, when she felt his hand on her thigh.  Slowly the large, rough fingers moved toward her exposed sex.  The fingers moved past her pubic curls and down to the bare little pussy below...

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