Author: Jason Scott 
Title: The Abduction - An Awakening (Part I)
Part: 1 of 7
Summary: Shannon is drugged and kidnapped.  Can she be convinced
he is doing this solely for her pleasure and not his? 
Keywords: Mf, bd, humil, reluc , oral, anal

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She tries to open her eyes, but they feel like they have been
glued shut.  After several attempts her lids slowly peal apart
and she is greeted with a bright light blinding her as if someone
has pointed a high powered flashlight directly in her face.  She
squeezes her eyes shut trying to block out the offensive
intrusion then slowly flutters her eyelids in an attempt to
acclimate to the brightness of the room.

After her eyes slowly adjust she looks around the room, her
vision is still blurry but she can make out the cement walls and
open rafters above her.  "Why am I in the basement?" she thinks
to herself.  Then it dawned on her that her friend's house has a
finished basement; she can't still be at the party.

The teen tries to sit up but is halted by a strap across her
chest.  Instinctively she tries to reach down with her hand to
remove the restraint but is shocked by the sound of a clinking
chain.  She realizes that her hands have been restrained above
her head and stretched way out to the side.  She looks up to see
that both wrists have been wrapped with a soft leather cuff
several inches wide and the attached chain runs over the side of
the soft padded leather table.  The chain is securely attached to
something she cannot see.  A couple hard tugs on the restraints
and she realizes that she has nearly no range of motion in either
arm.

The girl raises her head as high as she can.  She sees another
strap across her hips; an attempt to lift her lower body is
quickly thwarted with the strap tightly in place.  She tries to
lift her legs but can barely see large soft leather cuffs wrapped
around her ankles.  With the now familiar sound of the clinking
chain and a halt to any attempt to move and she quickly comes to
the realization that she is completely restrained from head to
toe. What concerns her most is that her legs are splayed wide
apart, nearly the full width of the four foot wide padded table.
She is partially comforted by the fact that she still has all her
clothes on.

"Where am I?  Somebody help me!!!"  The teen yells out, not sure
what else to do.

"Well hello there Sleeping Beauty.  I see you are finally waking
up."

The girl snaps her head to the right as she sees the blurry
outline of a man rising out of a recliner and walking towards
her.  As he gets closer the first thing that catches her eye is
that he is wearing a white lab coat.  She looks up towards his
face and is startled to see him wearing a mask. The last time she
saw a mask like the one he was wearing was when she was sitting
in a dentist chair.  He also is wearing sunglasses and a plain
white baseball cap.  She can only make out a bit of wavy brown
hair creeping out from the edges of his hat.

"How did I get here?  Please let me go."

"You probably don't remember much.  Rohypnol can be quite
disorienting," he says with a chuckle.

"Roofa-what; but how?  The last thing I remember is being at a
birthday party for my best friend's little brother."

"Yes well...hasn't your parents ever told you to never leave your
drink unattended?"  The man paused as he can see the girl trying
to replay the events of the party in her head.  "Let me explain;
I was watching your every move, waiting for you to slip up and
finally you did.  You put down your drink on the kitchen counter
and then went into the bathroom.  I nonchalantly grabbed your
drink, pretending it was mine and then I dumped some of this
wonderful little powder in it," he pulls out a little vial from
his coat pocket and flashes it in front of her face.  "I then
returned your cup right where you left it.  When you came out of
the bathroom you grabbed the cup and chugged it down like you had
been lost in the dessert for a month.  Once the trap was set, I
just waited for the drug to do its thing."

Still trying to pull free from the restraints, the girl whines,
"You could have killed me."

"No, Roofies are pretty good at wiping out memories, but can't do
much damage.  Besides I only gave you a small dose, just enough
to knock you out for..." the man looks at his watch.  "About an
hour I would guess."

"So, how did I get here?  How did I leave the party without
someone noticing?"

"That's the beauty of this little thing."  The man holds up a
smart phone in front of the teen's face.

"Hey, that's my phone, why do you have my phone."

"Let me finish...  As the drugs started to take affect I saw you
getting light headed.  I was going to offer some assistance and
take you outside, but you took care of that for me.  You told
your friend that you weren't feeling well and that you were going
outside to get some fresh air.  You even insisted that she stay
inside and watch her little brother blow out his candles.  Once
everyone was distracted watching the little rodent smear frosting
all over his face I slipped out the door behind you.  You're
lucky I got there when I did, because you passed out and was
about to fall back and hit your head on the cement stairs.  I
caught you, swept you in my arms and then helped you into my car.
 Within minutes we were down the highway never to look back."

"My friend is probably looking for me right now."  A glimmer of
hope appears in the teen's eyes, praying someone might be looking
for her this very minute.

"Actually you already took care of that."

"What are you talking about?  I haven't done anything."

"After we got out of the neighborhood I pulled over and found
your phone in your pocket."

"My phone is password protected, you can't get in it."

"You mean 1-3-7-9?"

"How did you get my password?"

"You told me."  The man paused as he sees the wheels turning in
her head again.  "The drug doesn't completely knock you out. 
Though it was hard to understand you, you did eventually give me
the code.  Once I had the code, you...by you I mean me...sent a
text to your friend Crystal telling her you still weren't feeling
well and you had your mother come pick you up.  You told her you
would call her tomorrow when you were feeling better.  You'll be
happy to know that Crystal sends her best and hopes for a speedy
recovery.  And that takes care of problem number one."

"Problem number one?"

"The problem of someone contacting the authorities concerning an
abducted child."

"Well if I'm not home after the birthday party then my Mom is
going to be looking for me."

"Not after you texted her."

"What?  I never texted her."

"Oh but you did, at least she thinks it was you.  It definitely
came from your phone.  As I said, the beauty of smart phones is
that there is no way to know who really sent the text."

"What did you tell her?"

"That Crystal invited you to spend the night."  He smiles as her
face turns white as a sheet.  "Isn't that what fifteen-year-old
girls do after a party?  They usually have a sleep over don't
they?"

"So my Mom isn't expecting me home tonight is she?"

"No, she told you to have a good time and be on your best
behavior."  He pauses briefly to let it all sink in, "And that
takes care of problem number two.  Crystal thinks you went home
because you weren't feeling well and your mother thinks you're
staying over your friend's house.  No one will be looking for you
until well into the day tomorrow.  If I keep the texts going, it
could be even longer than that."

Tears start falling from the girl's eyes.  "Please let me go, I
won't tell anyone.  I don't even know who you are.  You can even
blindfold me, drive me around for a couple hours and then drop me
off at the park.  I'll call my mom and tell her I got into an
argument with Crystal and I need her to pick me up at the park."

He chuckles, "Shannon, you watch way too many movies."

"How do you know my name?"  The man just smirks and then holds up
the phone again.

"Oh yeah right, kind of has all my information in there doesn't
it."

"So as I was saying, the whole blindfold, driving you around and
dropping you off somewhere is probably going to happen, but not
anytime soon.  We are going to have some fun first."

Shannon starts to cry again, "What are you going to do to me? 
Please don't hurt me."

"On the contrary Shannon, I'm actually expecting you to enjoy
this evening."

"Please just let me go, my family has money. They will pay you
whatever you want."

"I don't want money; I have plenty of that myself.  What I don't
have is the ability to watch a teenage girl such as yourself have
the most powerful orgasm imaginable.  But that is about to
change."

"So you're going to rape me?"  She pulls at her restraints, a
futile effort knowing she is securely strapped to the table.

"No, not at all.  I'm only going to fuck you if you beg me."

"Then you better just let me go now, because that will never
happen."

"We'll see about that.  The night is early and I have many forms
of persuasion at my disposal.  I'm hoping to get you all wound up
and then I will make you beg for relief."  He turns towards the
cabinet against the wall, he opens a drawer and pulls out a small
egg vibrated and a tube of lubrication jelly.

"Do you masturbate Shannon?"

She turns her head away from her abductor, tears still falling
from her eyes.  She doesn't answer.

"Have you ever had an orgasm before Shannon?"  Again silence from
the sobbing teen.

The man reaches out and grabs the teen's nipple through her
blouse and pinches hard.  Shannon groans through her gritted
teeth not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing he is
hurting her.

"When I ask you a question Shannon I expect an answer.  I'll only
ask nicely ONCE.  Do you masturbate and make yourself cum
Shannon?"

Shannon still would not answer him.  He reaches down with both
hands and grabs both nipples and twists.

"YES!!!  I've done it once or twice before, okay.  Stop doing
that, it hurts."

He stops twisting but continues to pinch her nipples, reinforcing
that he has complete control over her.  "What have you 'done'
once or twice before Shannon?  I asked you a very specific
question and I expect a very specific answer."

"Please stop pinching me.  You said you wouldn't hurt me."

"I want an answer Shannon, consider this just my way of
encouraging you to respond the way I want you to.  We'll be doing
a lot of that tonight and I hope after this it will be all
pleasure and no pain."  He starts to twist her nipples again.

"Okay, enough.  I masturbated a couple times.  Okay I said it." 
He looks at her and raises his eyebrows.  He doesn't let go of
her nipples.  "And I gave myself on orgasm...I told you what you
wanted, please stop now."

He finally releases her nipples.  Shannon tries to reach down to
sooth the pain but is quickly reminded of her bindings as the
clink of the chain halts her movement.

"I'm sorry I had to do that but I had to make sure we understand
each other.  Do we understand each other now Shannon?"  The man
squeezes a bit of the lubricating jelly from the tube while
waiting for a response. Shannon nods her head as the tears
continue to run down her cheek.

"I'm going to put this on your nipples; I'm sure the coolness
will help soothe the pain a little."

"Don't you dare touch me; if you touch me I'll scream bloody
murder!"

"I fully expect you to scream, several times before the night is
up I hope."  The man lifts her blouse and starts to inch his hand
up her belly towards her chest.  "However if you think someone will
hear you I'll tell you that we are miles from any other home." 
He grabs the bottom of her bra and lifts it up, then slides his
other hand underneath, inching towards her nipple.

"I hope you save your energy Shannon, it's going to be a long
night for you."  Shannon weighs her options as the cool gel
touches her breast.  It feels like he placed an ice cube on her
burning nipple.  Tears flow again as he softly caresses her
nipples with the soothing gel.

"Why are you doing this to me?  Why me?"

"I have a very unique fetish my dear sweet girl.  Unlike most
men, I don't get off on having sex with teenage girls; I get off
on watching teenage girls in the throes of passion.  And why you;
well let's just say you stood out in the crowd.  You looked like
a sexy little red headed vixen.  As soon as I saw you at that
party I knew I had to have you."

"Does Crystal's family know they invited a rapist to their
party?"

"Oh I wasn't invited...I just showed up.  With a party
that size I can easily sneak in and mingle with the crowd.  They
probably just think that I'm with a member of the other side of
the family.  This isn't the first time I've done this and
certainly won't be the last.  I'm getting quite good at it if you
haven't already figured it out.  Now...enough of the small talk;
why don't we get these clothes off of you so we can get started?"

"Oh god, please don't...just let me go.  I swear I won't tell
anyone."

He ignores her pleas.  "I'm going to remove one restraint at a
time.  If you give me any problems then I'll keep the restraints
on and just cut the clothes off of you.  You can go home tomorrow
with the clothes you came here with or naked, it's your choice."

The man grabs the bottom of Shannon's blouse and pulls it up over
her breasts.  He reaches down and releases the strap across her
chest.  He gives her a look reinforcing his threat that he will
gladly cut the clothes off of her.  With the strap loose he pulls
the shirt up and tucks it under her head.

"Now let's take a look at what we have under here."  The man
grabs the bottom of her sports bra and starts to pull it up over
her breasts.

Shannon makes three deep shuddering sobs barely able to speak,
"Please don't take off my clothes.  You can do whatever you want
to me, just keep my clothes on."

He ignores her pleas and pulls the bra over her head, tucking it
underneath her head along with the blouse.  He then refastens the
strap across her chest.  "You have beautiful breasts Shannon;
they are just as I hoped for...round, firm, small areolas and
stiff nipples.  You shouldn't be embarrassed, you should be proud
of them.  And there is no need to cry."

The man wipes the tears falling from her eyes.  He then moves up
to her right wrist.  "Are you going to behave when I release your
arm or should I just get the scissors out now?"

She doesn't respond; her face turns crimson red, still
embarrassed at having her breasts exposed to this man.

"Shannon, I asked you a question nicely.  Do I have to ask you a
second time?"

Shannon's chest heaves as her nipples ache just at the thought of
being twisted again.  "I'll behave; please don't cut my clothes
off."

"Thank you for answering my question."  He unhooks the chain
attached to her wrist and slides her blouse and bra off her arm.
He immediately reattached the chain and moves to the other side.
Shannon pulls on the leather cuff he just reattached hoping that
he may not have fastened it  properly.  She's disappointed to
find her wrist still being held firmly in place.

The man releases the left restraint and quickly removed her
blouse and bra and refastens the chain to an unseen clasp. 
Shannon could tell by the 'click' that the chain is fastened to
more than just a hook but most likely to some type of clip that
probably needs two hands to release the chain. She looks over and
sees the man neatly folding the blouse and puts it on a counter
where she can see it.  He then does the same to her bra and
places it on top of her blouse.  Though grateful, she found it
strange that he put so much effort into folding her clothes.  She
half expected the man to just ball it up and throw it in the
corner.

"And now the shorts."

As he unfastened the snap and pulls down the zipper Shannon again
pleads with the man to let her keep her clothes on.  As with her
top, her requests fall on deaf ears.  He shimmies her jeans
shorts down over her hips, her baby blue panties dotted with
white flowers start creeping down with her shorts.  Shannon
squirms trying as best she could with her limited mobility to
stay covered.  She gasps when the man stops tugging at her shorts
and grabs the elastic band of her panties.  To her complete
shock, instead of pulling them off revealing her most intimate
parts, he pulls them back up over hips.  Without a word the man
resumes with the shorts and eases them down as far as he could
with her legs spread so far apart.  She prays to herself hoping
he is going to allow her to stay at least partially covered.

"Remember our agreement Shannon; you're going to behave yourself
when I release your foot."

She sniffles then whines, "Yes I'm going to behave myself."

"Good girl. I will be sure to reward you later for your
cooperation."  The man pulls off her sandals and then releases
the cuff from around her right ankle.  Shannon could hear the
tearing of the Velcro as he holds her foot in his hand.  He pulls
the bottom of the pant leg down over her foot and continues to
tug until it slides completely off her foot.  He refastens the
cuff to her ankle and then does the same with the other side.

Again he takes special care in folding the jeans neatly, putting
the shorts and sandals in a pile with her blouse and bra.  "I bet
you were hoping that I was going to leave your panties on weren't
you Shannon?"

"Please let me keep them on, I've never been naked in front of
anyone before."

"Not even a boyfriend?"

"No, not even a boyfriend."

"Well I feel honored to be your first...because not only are
these coming off but I now own them.  You will go home tomorrow,
but these will remain with me as my souvenir.  You will get to
keep them on for a little while though; at least until you get
them thoroughly soaking wet.  Then I will add them to my
collection."

Shannon starts to sob again as he sees the man reach for the egg
vibrator.  He coats it with the lubricating jelly and shows it to
the teen.  "Let's get started shall we?"

"Please, I beg you.  Don't do this to me."  Shannon turns her
head not wanting to watch what he is about to do next.  Tears
again run down her face.

The man squirts a large drop of the lubricating jelly on his
finger and with one hand lifts the elastic band of her panties
and slides the other hand towards her sex.  "Remember what I said
Shannon, I want you to enjoy this evening.  I am sure you are
scared right now, but everything I do for the rest of the night
is purely for your pleasure.  I'm going to put some lubrication
inside your vagina so that the vibrator will easily and
painlessly slide right into you."

The teen starts to tremble as the fear of what's coming next
overtakes her body.

"Are you a virgin Shannon?"  The man stops moving his hand
towards her folds waiting for a response.  After several seconds
of no response, he turns to look at the teen in the eye. 
"Shannon, I asked you a question."

The teen was so embarrassed at having to divulge such personal
information the words could not form in her vocal cords.  She
simply nods, giving the man the answer he seeks.

"Good girl, please answer a little more promptly next time.  I
will be as careful as I can, but it is highly unlikely your
cherry will last much longer."

As the man is about to slide his lubed fingers into her slit he
pauses.  "Now what do we have here Shannon?"

Shannon raises her head trying to see what he is looking at.  "I
thought all teenage girls shave their pubic hair.  Don't get me
wrong, I absolutely love red pubic hair, but I was expecting this
to be all gone."

"I only take off enough so it won't show when I'm wearing my
bathing suit," she says between sobs, completely humiliated to
have to talk about her pubic hair.

"Interesting...well, like your hymen that is unlikely going to
last the night.  I prefer my teens completely shaved; as bare as
the day you were born.  But don't worry I'll keep the hair with
your panties in my trophy case." The man then slides his fingers
between her folds.  Shannon's entire body jolts as the shock of
the cold jelly hits her pussy lips.  He strokes up and down the
length of her slit in an attempt to get her as slick as possible.
He then slowly inserts a finger into her vagina.  He pulls out
then slides it back in again.


Shannon gasps, "Please stop, I don't want to do this.  You're
raping me."

"My dear girl, I think you are sadly mistaken.  I'm just giving
you some additional lubrication.  Have I done anything to hurt
you?"  The man looks at her expecting an answer.

"No, you haven't hurt me yet.  But this is against my will, and
that is rape."

"Give me some time and hopefully I will change your mind.  I want
to give you pleasure and though you may think you don't want it
now, I hope you will be begging for it soon enough."  The man
then grabs the egg and slides it under her panties.  He pushes it
between her folds and into the entrance of her vagina.

"I'm going to push this inside you now.  This is probably going
to tear your hymen so it might be a little uncomfortable.  Do you
want to take a deep breath?"   Shannon nods and then inhales
deeply; she squints her eyes shut waiting for the pain to follow.
 The man shoves the egg into her as the girl flinches.  She feels
her vagina stretch as the vibrator slides in, but not the pain
she's always been told would follow.

"No pain?"  The man asks.  The teen just shakes her head as she
lets out her breath.  "Some girls lose their cherries without
sex, guess you're one of the lucky ones.  Have you ever used a
vibrator before Shannon?"

"No sir, never."

"Sir?  I'm 'sir' now?  Well isn't that a pleasant turn of
events."

"What else do you want me to call you?  You've never told me your
name."

"Hmmm, you're right.  I have you at a bit of a disadvantage don't
I?"  He chuckles at the double entendre.  "I'm not going to tell
you my name.  However, what I'll do is let you call me whatever
name you want to.  What is the first name that comes to mind?"

"How about asshole..."

"A little defiance in you, I like that.  Surely you can think of
something better than that."

"Please let me go, I swear if you stop this right now I won't say
anything.  We can just go on with our lives like nothing ever
happened."

"It's too late for that Shannon, I've already got this wonderful
contraption shoved into your pussy and now it's time to see what
effects it will have on you."  The man pushes the button on the
wireless remote and a soft muted hum could be heard coming from
Shannon's loins.  Shannon jolts at the intensity of the vibration
deep in her pussy.

"So you don't have a name for me?  I'm fine with you just calling
me sir, but that is so impersonal."

Shannon squirms as best she can with all the restraints.  She
tries to get comfortable with the foreign instrument humming
inside her.  "How about Jack?"

"Jack?"  The man ponders her answer for a second.

"It's short for jackass." the girl says with a silent chuckle.

The man smiles as he grabs the lube.  He puts a bit more on his
fingers and slides them under the waistband of her panties.  He
searches and quickly finds the teen's stiffening bud.  He slowly
strokes her clit, watching for any reaction from the teen.

"Jackass, huh?"

"Yeah, from now on, I'm calling you Ja...."  The teen stops dead
as her eyes roll up in her head.  She takes a deep breath as the
effects of all the stimulation takes control over her body. 
"Please stop, I don't want to do this."

"But it looks like you are starting to enjoy yourself."

"I'm not enjoying this; I just can't stop it."  Shannon takes a
deep breath, her mouth agape from the mounting stimulation
between her legs.   "My shoulders are starting to hurt from being
in this position for god-knows-how-long.  Can't you just let my
arms free?  I promise I'll be good."

Jack stops his ministration on her clit, allowing the teen to
catch her breath.  "I have two other options, I can lock your
wrists down here by your waist or I can roll you over and lock
your hands behind your back.  But a word of warning, once you're
on your belly I get full access to your ass."

The teen gasps at the thought of this man doing anything to her
backside.  "Oh god, please not that.  It's bad enough what you're
doing to me now.  Promise me you won't do anything else,
especially back there."

"I will be very disappointed if I don't get a chance to put
something it your tight little ass.  Why don't we just save that
discussion for later?  I will put your hands down on this other
clip so you will be a little more comfortable."  Jack reaches up
and unlatches one wrist, pulls her arm down along her side and
fastens the chain to another clip on the side of the table.  As
he does the same to the other wrist Shannon is again reminded
that the telltale 'click' means she is locked solidly into place.

"Thank you, Jack."  She tugs to test the restraints, reaffirming
that she has little to no movement in her extremities.

"You're welcome Shannon.  Now where were we?  Oh yeah right
here."  Jack reached under her panties again searching for her
clit.  He slips his fingers down the length of her slit sopping
up the moisture and then returning to the prized nub at the top.
"If I didn't know any better I would say you are making yourself
more wet that my lubricating jelly.  How are you feeling
Shannon?"

"The damn vibrator is getting to me... and you're not helping
either."

"I'm glad to see you coming around Shannon.  Some of my other
girls took hours of stimulation before they would let go of the
fear enough to enjoy what I was doing for them."

"Well don't make it sound like you're doing us some great big
favor.  You've probably scarred those girls for life, just like
you're doing to me."

Shannon takes another deep breath as Jack pushes another button
on the remote, increasing the speed of the vibrator in her cunt.
"How many have there been?"

"You're number seven.  But you're way off on the 'scarring' part.
 I keep tabs on all my girls; they are all doing quite fine after
they left this place.  One is married with a baby, two are in
college now and one girl just won a state championship in field
hockey.  I still talk to two of my girls on a fairly regular
basis."
"Don't you mean victim?  They're not 'your girls' they're
victims.  You raped them, just like you're..."  Shannon stops
speaking as Jack lifts his mask just enough to put his lips on
Shannon's tit.  He flicks her nipple with his tongue making her
gasp at the added stimulation.

Jack lifts his head, "No more talking, time to break the seal and
get this first orgasm out of the way."  Jack puts his head down
again sucking in most of her B-cup breast into his mouth.  He
increases the pace with his fingers on her clit and then reaches
with his free hand and rubs her other nipple.

Shannon lets out her first moan, as the stimulation to four
different parts of her body is too much to block out.  She slowly
feels herself creeping to the top of the precipice; falling off
the edge of the cliff is now inevitable.  There is no turning
back now and there is no way to stop the onslaught to her
erogenous zones.

"OH GOD!!!"  Shannon's body stiffens as her first orgasm
overtakes her body.  The chains at all four restraints clink as
they are pulled taught.  Shannon's eyes roll back into her head
as she grunts through clenched teeth.  After several seconds she
comes crashing down from her climax, "Stop, stop please. I'm
done, I can't take anymore."

Jack releases his lips and fingers from her tits and withdraws
his hands from her pussy.  He grabs the remote and turns off the
vibrator inside her pussy.  Shannon takes a deep breath as she
turns crimson red from the embarrassment of being forced to
orgasm.  She turns her head away from Jack; she can't bear to
look at him at this very moment.

Jack reaches down and grabs Shannon by the jaw and turns her head
back to face him.  He leans down and plants a small kiss on her
lips.  "Thank you Shannon for letting go and allowing me to make
you feel good."

Rage wells up inside of her, "I didn't allow you to do anything.
You just took what you wanted."

The demeanor on Jack's face changed in step with Shannon, for a
brief second he appeared cold, even angry with her.  "Well,
apparently I underestimated you.  You're going to be tougher to
crack than I thought.  But don't worry I've had tougher girls
than you.  You will break soon enough and before you know it you
will be begging me for more."

Shannon starts to cry again as Jack turns and walks over to the
cabinet and pulls out a few objects.  He returns to the side of
the table and sets down an electric razor, a disposable razor, a
can of shaving cream and a large fluffy white towel.  He turns
around and goes back to the cabinet.  He rifles through several
draws looking for something.

"Oh god, haven't you had enough.  Can't you just let me go now? 
You've had your fun."  Shannon waits for a response, but didn't
get as much as a glance back from Jack.  "So, you're giving me
the silent treatment now; just because I don't like being forced
to...you know."   She couldn't bring herself to say the word. 
After several seconds of continued silence she tries to change
tact, "So why are you wearing that lab coat, are you a doctor or
something?"

Jack looks in the last drawer and reaches in and pulls out a
shiny silver object.  He turns around and shows Shannon that he
has a pair of scissors.  "Something like that...I have a PhD, but
I am not a medical doctor.  Let's just say I am an expert in a
specific area of history.  I wear the coat because I consider
this my laboratory...my place of research.  Call it a study in
human behavior if you will."

"What are you going to do with those scissors?"  Shannon asks as
he steps closer, getting ready to cut something.

"It's time to claim my souvenir."  Jack pulls at the waistband of
her panties by her right hip then places the blades on either
side of the fabric and cuts clean through the elastic with ease.

"Please, I don't want to be exposed like this.  Isn't there
another way?"

"The panties are mine, end of discussion.  You have thoroughly
soaked them and I want to preserve your scent for as long as
possible."  Jack pulls out the waistband on the other side and
snips through the fabric again.  With the tension in the fabric
gone, her panties lay shriveled over her mound.  Curly red hairs
now peak out around the edge of the ruined baby blue underwear.

"I'll tell you what I will do; since you have been relatively
well behaved I will give you a small peace offering.  I will keep
you covered with this towel as long as it doesn't get in my way.
But I am going to have to shave you, so you will probably want me
to see what I am doing."

"I guess that is better than nothing.  Can I have a towel to
cover my boobs too?"

"So we're negotiating now are we?"

"I'm helpless; you have me completely tied down and I'm naked. 
If you know anything about teenage girls is that we're
self-conscious about our bodies.   If I don't feel so exposed,
then perhaps I can get to that place you want me to be."

"And now we're playing the sympathy card...I have to admit,
you're pretty good.  Okay, I get your panties and all your pubes
and you get to stay covered with a towel; for now."

"For as long as you keep me here."  Shannon rebuts.

"For as long as you want to stay covered...but it goes away if
it's in my way."

"Fine."

Jack walks back to the cabinet and grabs another towel.  He folds
it into a rectangle as he walks back to the table.  He leans down
and kisses Shannon's nipple through the mask.  With a grin he
looks straight at her tit and whispers, "I'm going to miss you."
Shannon can't help but giggle as she shakes her head.  He then
lays the towel over her tits as Shannon lets out a sigh of
relief.

jack then places the other towel over her pelvic area and then
reaches under the towel and grabs the loose fabric of her
panties.  With a quick tug the panties free themselves from her
crotch.  He puts the wet gusset up to his nose and inhales
deeply.

"Gross!"

"Oh, but on contraire, the scent of a woman is the most
intoxicating smell of all.  Do you want a sniff?"

Shannon just shakes her head and turns away, not wanting him to
come near her with her wet panties.  Out of the corner of her eye
she sees him put the panties in a plastic freezer bag and seal it
tight.

"Okay, so what do you say we get you a little less hairy?"  Jack
picks up the edge of the towel and looks down at the hairy patch
that covers her mound.  Shannon instinctively tries to cover
herself but is again snapped into the reality of her situation.

"If you have to shave me, can you at least take that thing out of
me while you're doing it?"

"What, this?"  Jack grabs the remote and pushes the button.  The
vibrator comes to life again, jolting Shannon to attention.  "I
think it would be better if we keep this thing running while I
shave you.  Perhaps it will keep you distracted and not worry so
much about what I'm doing down there."

"Oh god..."  Shannon's mind goes blank.  She's been holding her
own in negotiating with Jack, but now with the vibrator pulsating
in her pussy she can't think straight.

"Okay, so no objections.  Let's get started."  Jack pulls the
towel down but just enough so that he has access to her hairy
mound.  He grabs the electric razor and turns it on.  He holds it
up so that Shannon could see what he was doing and then lowers it
towards her pussy.  Shannon jumps as the razor touches her skin
just above the hair line.  The vibration from the razor only adds
to the intensity of the vibrator inside her.  As he slides the
razor over her mound he says to himself, "What a shame, I really
like red hair...but I like bald pussy better."

After a few more strips with the razor he collects all the freed
hair and puts them in the bag with her soaked panties.  He then
reaches down along Shannon's inner thigh and pulls the skin
tight.  He runs the razor over her labia, removing several long
strands of curly red hair.

"How are you doing up there, I'm not hurting you am I?"  Jack
waits a second for an answer but hears only silence.  He looks up
and sees Shannon's head tilted back and her mouth wide open.  The
towel over her chest is heaving from her deep breathes.

"Is it safe to say that you are starting to enjoy my little
friend inside you?"  He waits for a response.  "Shannon...I've
asked you two questions. You know I expect answers when I ask you
a question."

Shannon could barely form words she was so deep in ecstasy.  Her
knuckles were white from clenching them so tight into a fist.  In
a raspy whisper she gets out what words she could, "Yes, doing
good.  Little friend is good."

Jack just smiles, happy that he is making her feel good.  He
returns to the duty at hand.  He reached down and pulls apart her
ass cheeks and runs the razor around her puckered star.  This
snaps Shannon out of her erotic trance, "Please not there.  Can't
you leave that area alone?"

"Sorry dear, but when I say bald, I mean bald...everywhere.  I
will be playing with that area later and I don't want to hurt you
by pulling hairs.  Trust me when I say you will be thanking me
later."

Jack then reached down and pushes the button on the remote.

"Why did you turn that off?"

"Begging for more so soon Shannon?  I didn't think you would
break this quickly."

"I'm not begging for more, I'm just wondering what you are up to
now.  Are you done shaving me yet?"

"Not quite, I just need to change positions; your position."

"So being spread out like a frog isn't enough?"

"There is a better position that will make it easier to get your
labia and your back side.  Besides, you're probably ready to give
those legs a break aren't you?"

"That depends on what position you're going to put me in."

"Well, I'm going to unhook your ankles and then lift them over
your head and reattach them to the clips where your wrists used
to be attached."

Shannon looks up and then back down to her feet.  "That's going
to bend me in half.  I don't think I am that flexible."

"I have extenders for the chains if necessary, but I don't think
it will be necessary."

"How high in the air is that going to put my butt?"

Jack could sense she was more concern about being exposed then
her level of flexibility.  "I promise I will keep you covered
with a towel." Jack readjusts the towel over her pussy so that it
will keep her covered as he moves her legs.

"Now, in order for me to do this, I am going to have to release
both your feet at the same time and I will also need to remove
the strap across your hips.  Am I going to have any problems with
you while I do this?"

Shannon paused briefly before she answers, "No Jack, other than
kicking you in the teeth there probably isn't much more I can do
with all these other restraints."  She pulls at her wrists to
reinforce that fact that she is completely immobile from the
waist up.

"Kick me in the teeth?  So you've thought about kicking me have
you?  We seem to be constantly taking two steps forward and one
step back.  Let me remind you that privileges can be taken away
as easy as they can be given.  Try anything cute and not only
will these towels go away but I will set up more cameras to video
tape you.  I'll make sure every square inch of your body is
covered by a camera."

"You're taping me?"  Shannon's face goes flush as she looks
around the room.

"Yes, why would I go through all this trouble if I couldn't
relive it thousands of times over?  I have two cameras, one up
there and one down there."  He points to two little black globes
hanging from the rafters one over her head and one over her feet.

"Those are cameras?  God, can this get any worse?"  Suddenly the
room goes dark.  "Hey, what are you doing?"  She reacts to Jack
flipping part of the towel covering her chest over her head.

"Just some preventive maintenance; I'm covering your eyes so that
you can't see where I am.  I've done this enough times to know
that I need to take every precaution necessary.  I believe you
when you say you're going to behave, but its best I don't leave
anything to chance."

With no further protest Jack releases the strap across Shannon's
hips.  Shannon moans at the relief and being able to move her
hips again.  She feels Jack releasing one ankle chain and then
the other.  Her legs are pulled together as Jack grabs the two
chains with one hand.  This again elicits a moan from Shannon
after being held in one position for so long.

"Jack, will you let me stretch my legs for one minute before
tying me down again.  I promise I won't do anything funny.  It
feels so good to not be so spread apart.  I just need thirty
seconds to stretch."

Jack did not respond, but Shannon could feel her legs being
pulled down to the right.  She then hears the all-too-familiar
click of the chain latch.  She could sense Jack back away.  "Go
ahead; your left leg is free.  You can stretch that one for a
little bit and then I'll let you stretch the other leg after."

"Thank you Jack."

After Shannon was done stretching her aching muscles Jack grabs
both chains again and pulls them up over her head.  Shannon could
feel her ass lifting off the table as her ankles are again spread
and attached to the clips.  By her estimation her ankles are at
least two foot above her head and spread nearly three feet apart.
 Her arms were still flat on the table and extended straight down
as if she was in some lewd version of the yoga 'plow pose'
[Author's Note: Look it up if you need a visual].  If it wasn't
for the towel covering her face, she probably would be staring
straight up at her own pussy.

"Are you comfortable Shannon?"

"About as comfortable as I'm going to be, I guess.  How long are
you going to keep me like this?"

"I need about five minutes to finish shaving you, and then we
will see how long it takes you to cum again."  Before Shannon
could grasp her predicament she feels the buzzing in her pussy
again.  Though it doesn't feel like it's on a higher setting, it
feels more intense than before.

"With you in this position, the vibrator is really pushed against
your g- spot.  It probably feels pretty intense."

"Uh-huh."   Shannon could here Jack rustling around and then
hears an odd whooshing sound.  She feels the towel over her pussy
being lifted and then a cold sensation on her pussy lips.  She
quickly realizes Jack is the spreading shaving cream on her
pussy.  She gasps as he makes his way down between the crack of
her ass, circling around her puckered star.  She jumps as she
feels Jack's finger probing her anus and yelped when he tried to
push the tip inside.

"Please not that, it's too big."

"It's only my finger."

"Please Jack; you said you wouldn't hurt me.  I know that will
hurt."  Though Shannon is being distracted by Jack playing with
her ass, she is constantly reminded of the vibrator pulsating
inside her pussy.

"Relax, I keep my promises.  Now don't move as I'm about to put a
very sharp object against your very delicate pedals.  The last
thing I want to do is cut you."  Jack proceeds to shave the last
of the stubble from between Shannon's legs and finishes up, with
more protest from Shannon, around her asshole.  Shannon is nearly
panting from the effects of the vibrator as Jack wipes down her
pussy with a warm wash cloth.  He inspects his handy work then
takes the towel off Shannon's face.  Shannon opens her eyes and
within inches from her face is a pussy she doesn't recognize.

"Ta-da!" Jack says.

"Is that really what I look like now?  Oh my, it's so different;
like I'm eight years old again.  It feels different too."

"So let's see if we can take advantage of this new look of yours
and make you cum real hard."  Jack grabs the tube of lubricating
jelly and smears a glob between her pussy lips.  He eases his
fingers down her slit and continues down to her ass.  Jack could
sense Shannon getting ready to protest again, but stops her
before she can speak.

"Just relax.  If it doesn't feel good tell me and I will stop,
but I would like you to at least give me a little bit of latitude
first."  Jack immediately starts to stroke Shannon's clit and
with a soft object he puts a little bit of pressure on her anus;
nothing penetrating, just pressure on the opening.  He could see
Shannon's breathing become more ragged, sensing that she is
nearing another climax.  He continues to stroke her clit and as
Shannon stiffens he pushes the object into her ass.  Before
Shannon could protest the object starts to vibrate.

"OH MY GOD, WHAT IS THAT!"  Shannon lets out a guttural scream as
the vibrator in her ass finishes her off and her entire body goes
rigid in a mind-numbing orgasm.

Jack pushes the button on the remote to turn off the vibrator in
her pussy and then turns off the vibrator in her ass.  Shannon
slowly comes down off her climax but her chest is still heaving.
Jack looks up and sees a tear fall from her eye.

"Are you okay?"  Shannon's chin starts to quiver; she's only able
to nod her head in response.  Jack walks over to the other end of
the table and unhooks both her ankles.  He guides them back down
to the foot of the table, allowing her to lay her legs down flat
again.  He gently locks her ankles back into the wide spread
position she was originally in.

Through continued sobs Shannon asks, "Can you please take those
things out of me now."  Jack just nods and reaches between her
legs and pulls out the two vibrators.  He then gets a warm wash
cloth and wipes the tears from her face.  He bends down and
kisses her on the cheek where the tears were running.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

Jack cocks his head like a confused dog, "What do you mean?  I
told you why I do this.  I get off on making teenage girls have
intense orgasms.  I have to admit, that was one of the best one's
I've seen in a long time."

"No, I mean act like you care.  You abuse me then you wipe the
tears off my face and kiss me like you care about me."

"I do care about you.  I want you to enjoy your time with me.  I
want you to be happy."

"If you want me to be happy, then you will let me go."

"Oh Shannon my girl, I will let you go.  Trust me, you will be
safe in your own bed by tomorrow night."

"Why not now?"

"Because I have so much more to show you; there is so much more
for you to experience and I want to be the one to show you them."

"I don't think I can do this anymore.  You've taken everything
out of me."

"I'm going to let you rest for a little bit.  I'm sure after a
short rest you'll be ready to go again."

Jack starts to grab the strap and secure it over her hips. 
"Please don't, I really need to go to the bathroom.  My bladder
is about to explode."

"I'll get the bed pan."

"Bed pan?  Gross.  Can't you just let me use your the bathroom?"

"Sorry, but that's non-negotiable.  I can't take the risk of
letting you off this table until we are done."

As Jack walks over to the cabinet, Shannon starts to think of
ways out of using the bedpan.  Jack returns with the bedpan in
hand, "Lift up your ass so I can slip this under you."

"What if I let you take my virginity?"

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me.  Let me use your bathroom and you can use...me."

"You my dear are an enigma.  Why would you offer up something so
precious to you?  I already told you I had no expectation of
having sex with you tonight."

"You said you were going to take my virginity anyway, so this way
I get what I want and you get what you want."

"I actually said I was going take your hymen, I said nothing
about taking your virginity."

"What's the difference?"

Jack starts to open his mouth to explain the difference but is
quickly interrupted, "I know what the difference is, but right
now I just need to pee.  Are you going to accept my offer or
not?"

"I do not accept your offer."

"Come on, please.  I really don't want to use the bedpan."

"Let me finish...I'm going to let you use the bathroom, but under
very strict controls, and these are all non-negotiable."  He can
see Shannon listening intently.  "I'm going to blindfold you and
I am going to lock your wrist cuffs together behind your back and
your ankle cuffs together.  I will carry you upstairs to the
bathroom and let you do your business."

"In private?"

"No, I am not letting you out of my sight up there, not even for
a second."

She starts to protest but he quickly stifles her.  "I can just
throw this bedpan under you right now if you don't like my
rules."

"Fine, but this sounds like you are accepting my offer."

"I'm only accepting your half of the offer, not mine.  I'm giving
you what you want, but I am not going to take your virginity, at
least not under these circumstances."

Jack could sense the pending urgency as Shannon is wiggling her
hips as they speak.  He grabs a blindfold from a drawer and
places it over her eyes.  He then unhooks the chain on one ankle
and pulls it over to the other.  Before releasing the second
chain he locks the two cuffs together.

"I'm going to release the strap across your chest.  You're going
to sit up and then I am going to release one of your wrist cuffs
and bring it over to the other cuff.  I expect you to be on your
best behavior.  Any funny business and you get this."  Jack
presses something against her shoulder.  All Shannon could make
out was the two pointy tips jabbing into her.

"What is that?"

"A personal taser; one squeeze of the trigger will shoot
twenty-five thousand volts through your body.  It won't kill you,
but it will knock you into next week.  Do you understanding?"

"Yes sir."

Shannon does exactly as instructed and her wrists are locked
behind her back.  Jack was about to pick her up and throw her
over his shoulder when she protested, "If you do that I am going
to pee all over you."  Jack decides to pick her up like a fireman
rescuing a helpless child from a burning building and they head
towards the stairs.  After reaching the top of the stairs and
taking a few more steps Jack puts her down and turns her
slightly.

"Go ahead and sit, the toilet is right underneath you."  Shannon
eases herself down until she could feel the seat touch her ass. 
She sits there for awhile.

"I can't do this knowing you are standing there watching me.  If
you aren't going to leave the room, can you at least turn
around?"

"Okay, I'll turned around, will you just go already."

"You didn't turn around; I would have heard your feet shuffling."
 Shannon hears Jack huff and then his feet shuffle.  She still
couldn't tell if he actually turned around or not but in her mind
he did and now she could release her bladder.  Within seconds the
sound of a strong stream hitting the water could be heard.  As
the stream slows to a trickle Shannon could hear the roll of
toilet paper spin on the holder.

"What are you doing?"  Shannon asks.  "Don't even think about
wiping me."

"My dear girl, in a little while I am going to have my tongue
buried in that sweet pussy of yours and since your hands are
tied, I am going to make sure your pussy is nice and clean. 
Another non-negotiable part of this deal; now spread 'em."

Shannon starts to shake, partially from what he said he was going
to do to her later and partly because she knows she has no choice
but to let him wipe her.  She opens her legs as far as she could
with her ankles locked together.  She gasps when she feels the
toilet paper being forced between her lips wiping her dry.

Jack drops the toilet paper in the bowl, flushes and then helps
Shannon to her feet.  "Trust me when I say I take no great
pleasure in that.  Some people are into that sort of thing, but I
am not one of those people."  Jack quickly runs his hands under
the faucet and then bends down and wraps his arms around
Shannon's thighs.  Shannon yelps as he lifts her and throws her
over his shoulder.

"Is this really necessary?"

"Yes it is, and so is this."  Jack swats Shannon on her naked ass
which causes her to squeal.  Jack continues to give her light
spankings as they make their way down the stairs.  Shannon can't
help but giggle as he playfully swats her behind.

"I love your laugh almost as much as I love watching you cum." 
Shannon blushes as Jack sets her back on the table and takes off
the blindfold.

"Do we have to go right back to this...?"

"Go back to what Shannon?  The table?"

"The table, you touching me, making me...you know."

"Cum?"

"I was going to say orgasm, but you say it so much more
eloquently."

"What would you suggest we do instead; play a game of Monopoly?"

"I am getting a little hungry, can I have something to eat."

"I was kind of hoping to eat you...but I guess we can have some
food instead."

"Can I stay sitting when I eat.  I promise I will behave and
after we eat I will let you give me another...orgasm."

"Boy, aren't you becoming the crafty little negotiator.  But
let's get one thing straight, I control when and how many orgasms
you have.  It's not a chit for you to bargain with."

"Yes sir."  Shannon bows her head and pouts.

"I've got to go back upstairs and see what I have that can be
warmed up.  If you want to stay sitting, I unfortunately will
have to hog tie you and strap you down while I leave the room."

"You have to do what?"

"I'm going to lay you on your stomach and then I am going to
bring your ankle cuffs up to your wrist cuffs and lock then all
together.  Then I will restrain you to the table with the chest
and waist straps.  I have to be sure you are immobile while I'm
gone."

"How long am I going to have to be tied like that?"
"Just until I get back; you asked to sit up to eat and I am going
to allow you to do that."

"Okay," Shannon says dejectedly, knowing she has little
bargaining power on this one.

Jack eases Shannon down onto the table and binds her as he said
he would.  Shannon couldn't see where Jack is standing, but she
had the sense that Jack is just staring at her.

"What are you doing?"

"Just admiring the view; you have a spectacular ass."

Shannon realizes that her legs were slightly spread in this
position and Jack had an unobstructed view to both her ass and
her bald pussy lips.  She closes her legs then chastises him,
"Will you just go get me some food; the quicker you feed me the
quicker you can play with me."  Shannon's face goes beet red, she
couldn't believe that just came out of her mouth.

As she sees Jack run up the stairs she wonders why she is letting
him get to her.  She wonders why she is looking forward to having
another orgasm.  The last climax was pretty amazing, but she
still knows all of this is being forced onto her.

"Here we go, piping hot, two-day old pizza, fresh out of the
microwave oven."  Shannon could smell the pizza and her stomach
immediately starts to grumble.  He puts the plate down next to
her head as he undoes the straps holding her down and then
unfastens the clip holding her ankles to her wrists.  He helps
her sit up and after she is situated he starts to feed her the
first slice of pizza.

With a mouth half full of pizza, Shannon mumbles, "Was this how
the night went with the other girls?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like this, you make the girl orgasm a couple times, feed them
some food and then right back to raping...sorry, I mean making
them orgasm?"

"Every one of my girls has been different.  Each had their
own...for lack of a better word...'breaking point', before they
would put their complete trust and faith in me.  I had one girl
that after her first orgasm within the first five minutes of play
she was completely onboard and we were off and running the rest
of the night.  But I also had a girl that took nearly the entire
night before she had her first orgasm.  She still wouldn't let go
of the fear until three or four more after that.  I can't say
that I didn't enjoy myself with that one, but it definitely felt
more like work that night."

"Why do you call them 'your girls'?  Am I now one of your girls?"
Shannon diverts her eyes; ashamed to be considered another one of
his 'victims' as she still sees it.

"Because they are my girls; I told you I keep tabs on them after
they leave this place.  If at anytime I thought they were having
emotional problems because of what we did, what I did, then I
would anonymously step in and make sure they get the treatment
they need and deserve.  I'm glad it has never come to that, but I
would support them financially for as long as necessary.  And
yes, you are now one of my girls.  It will be up to you how much
contact you want with me after you leave here, but let's not
worry about that right now."   "Do you think I've reached my
breaking point?"

"I'm not sure yet.  It depends on what happens after you finish
your dinner.  I think you are starting to believe that I only
want you to enjoy yourself while you're here, but I can also see a
twinge of doubt still in your eyes."

Jack lifts a can of soda to Shannon's lips; she pauses before
opening her lips.  "See, you hesitated as if you think I am going
to drug you again.  I can assure you; that's the furthest thing
from my mind right now.  I want you to be awake and fully aware
of what's happening to your body."

Shannon opens her mouth to accept the drink.  After a few minutes
she finishes the last bite of pizza and downs the last gulp of
soda.

"Are we done with the twenty questions?"

"One more...can you take off your sunglasses?  I want to look
into your eyes...I want to see what color they are."

"No, not yet; maybe later, you're not quite there yet.  And if
you must know, my eyes are hazel.  "

Jack puts the plate on the floor and then grabs Shannon's legs
and swings them back on to the table.  He locks her ankle cuffs
back into position.  Shannon is still sitting up which allows her
to see just how splayed her legs are and how exposed her pussy is
when her legs are spread that far apart.

"Will you please cover me with the towel again?"

"If that's what you want, then yes, I will cover you up again." 
Jack grabs the towel and covers her bare mound and then leans her
back on her elbows.  Since her wrists are still locked behind her
back she's unable to completely lay down yet.  He ties down the
strap across her hips and cinches it tight.

"So here is where I am expecting you to behave yourself again.  I
have to unclip your wrists so you can lie back down.  Don't
forget I still have my taser right here.  Don't think that I
won't light you up."

"You can put that taser away Jack, I'm going to behave myself,
just like I have done every other time."

"I'm glad to hear that Shannon.  Where do you want your arms this
time, over her head or down by your side?"

Shannon thinks for a few seconds before answering, "Over my head
I guess."

"Good girl."  Shannon starts to feel nervous again as she hears
the chain being clicked into the lock. She's only partially
comforted as Jack covers her breasts with the towels as promised.
 "Are you comfortable?"

"I'd be more comfortable if I didn't have to be restrained."

"Sorry, but I made that mistake once.  I promised myself to never
make that mistake again."

"Did she escape?"

"No, but I was very upset because I had to hurt her.  I don't
like hurting my girls, but she left me no choice.  That's why I
take extra precautions to ensure you don't try anything stupid. 
I don't want you to be in a position where I am left with no
other choice but to hurt you."

"I'm sure you have heard it before, but I'm not going to do
anything stupid.  I don't want you to hurt me either."

"Okay, before you totally kill the mood how about we get back to
exploring this fantastically tight body of yours."  Jack puts his
hands on the towel covering Shannon's breasts and gives them a
little squeeze.  He then slides his hands under the towel seeking
out her nipples.  He brushes the length of his hand over her
nipples coaxing them to stiffen.  Jack lifts up his mask just to
his lips and then slides the towel to the side.  He bends down
and takes one of the nipples into his mouth.

Shannon gasps at first contact.  "You can get rid of the towel
now.  It's okay."

Jack looks up into her eyes, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, you've been staring at them the whole time we were eating,
so there isn't much to be embarrassed about any more."

Jack throws the towel to the floor, "You should never be
embarrassed about these beautiful mounds of flesh.  They are
absolutely fantastic."  Jack leans down and takes the other
nipple into his mouth and wraps his tongue around the stiff nub.

"I've been told I'm pretty good with my lips and tongue.  I like
to call this session the 'kiss of death'."  Shannon giggles as
Jack moves his lips from her breast and slowly places soft kisses
on her chest, making his way up to her neck.

"You're giving me goose bumps."

"Good."  Jack then moves up to Shannon's earlobe and takes it
between his lips.  She gasps again as he starts to nibble on it.
He then blows softly into her ear making her tremble.

"You're giving me the chills."

"Then let me see if I can warm you up."  Jack moves up to
Shannon's lips and places a kiss square on her lips.  Shannon
doesn't return the kiss but doesn't pull away either.  He then
works his way back down her body.  He pauses at her breasts again
ensuring her nipples stay erect before moving down her belly. 
Shannon is starting to breathe hard as Jack places a soft gentle
kiss on the towel just over her mound.  Shannon was shocked that
he didn't just start diving into her pussy; instead he makes his
way down her leg, kissing every inch of her thigh, then her knee,
down her shin and then to her feet.  As he makes his way around
the edge of the table he takes her toes into his mouth and starts
to suck on them.

Shannon giggles and shakes her foot, "Stop, stop, that tickles. 
I hate being tickled, especially my feet."

Jack does not acknowledge her pleas but moves to the other side
and does the same to her toes on her other foot.  Shannon
continues to protest until Jack starts moving back up her leg,
kissing every inch as he crawls onto the table between her legs.

In her mind Shannon thinks, "Oh god, I know what's coming next."
She lifts her head to watch Jack progress towards her sex.  Her
neck is strained, but she wants to watch his every move.  Jack
reaches the apex of her thigh and then grabs the end of the towel
and neatly folds it above her mounds, giving him unrestricted
access to her pussy.  He places his first kiss on the fleshy
folds of her labia.  His tongue escapes his lips and glides along
her slit.  Shannon shutters as Jack moans at the first taste of
the sweet nectar escaping from deep within her pussy.  He reaches
up with his hand and spreads her lips and slides his tongue
across her engorged clit.  Shannon lets out a moan as she tugs at
her wrist restraints.

Several minutes go by as Jack continues to torture her pussy.  He
gracefully transitions from licking, sucking and nibbling every
inch of her labia; occasionally returning to her clit which sends
a jolt through her entire body.  Jack also reaches up with both
hands to play with her nipples, keeping them firm and stimulated.
 One hand leaves her nipple and eases its way down her body.  He
points two fingers at her entrance and slowly slides them into
her vagina.  He turns his wrist and with a flick of his fingers
he is pushing up on her g-spot.  Shannon lets out a deep breath
and groans, "Please...I'm almost there."

"Are you begging for more Shannon?"

Shannon shakes her head, but deep down she knows she wants more.
She arches her pelvis as far as the restraints will allow,
"More..."

"That sounds like begging to me Shannon."  Without hesitation
Jack applies a full assault all over her body.  He drives his
fingers deeper into her pussy while pinching her nipples with the
other hand.  As he attacks her clit with his tongue she explodes.
 Though she has limited mobility she squeezes Jack's head with
her thighs as her climax forces every muscle in her body to
constrict.

"Stop, stop, stop; it tickles.  I can't stand it."

Jack just laughs as he slides his head out from between her
thighs.  He climbs off the table and makes his way up to
Shannon's head.  He bends over to kiss her, but she turns away
from him.  Shannon shakes her head, "Uh uh, not after where your
mouth has been."

Jack reaches down and grabs her chin and pulls her lips back
towards him.  Jack lifts his sunglasses so that Shannon can look
into her eyes.  "I'm giving you what you want, so now give me
what I want."  Shannon cannot take her eyes off of his.  She is
trying to look into his sole; trying to determine if this man is
truly what he says he is.  She offers no resistance when he leans
in for a kiss.  This time Shannon returns the kiss if only just
briefly.

"I don't taste nearly as bad as I thought I would." Shannon
admits as she licks her lips.

"You taste fantastic.  I would go back down there right now and
feast some more if I could."

"Please, not now.  That was intense.  I need a break."

"You know some girls are able to have multiple orgasms."  Jack
chuckles.

"I just need a break."  Shannon turns her head and closes her
eye.  Jack walks over to the cabinet and looks back as he hears
Shannon start to snore.

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What happens to Shannon after she wakes up from her nap?  Read
The Abduction - Part II to find out.

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