Welcome to Abduction No. 3 - Sins of the Father, the third story in what seems to be turning into a series. As with No. 1 - Training Tina, this is a longer story to which chapters will be added whenever they’ve been worked up to an acceptable standard. So far only No. 2 - The taking of Anna-Maria Svenson has been a stand-alone story, and even that is likely to be added to/amended at some time in the future.

Sins of the Father has darker overtones than my earlier work and seems to touch on the eternal battle between good and evil. I’m not even sure whether the story is set in our world or some other unnamed world. To those of you who haven’t come across my work before, there is usually some twist at the end and I’ve no reason to think that this story will be any different. What I never know when I start a story is how it will end, it’s the stories themselves that decide what they will say to you, the reader, and for me that’s the way it should always be.

However I should warn you that this story contains graphic scenes of the torture and rape of a young woman carried out over a period of 7/10 days or so. If scenes of this nature are likely to disturb you, please seek your reading pleasure elsewhere. I’m a writer of fiction and I definitely do not condone the real life perpetration of acts similar to those depicted in this story. The story itself most definitely qualifies as pornography, and should not to be read by minors, or by anyone who feels that they might be offended by such content.

MF; Rape; Torture; There is also an element of fantasy to this story.

ABDUCTION NO. 3.

Sins of the father.

By love-hurts

Chapter 1.

To the casual observer the room might have appeared deserted, but as the cameras moved in closer, they highlighted a shrouded figure crouching on the duvet in the far corner. Bobby-Jo Gomes was more frightened than she’d been in her entire life. Where was she? What was she dong here in this windowless little cell? And why had she been stripped naked? Nothing seemed to make any sense. She could vaguely remember a sudden explosion of white-hot pain surging through her body, and then nothing. Only blinding darkness. Until she woke up naked on the floor of her cell, covered only by the single grey blanket that was now wrapped around her shoulders, concealing her nakedness from the cameras’ ever-watchful eyes.

She had no idea how long she’d been here. It could have been days; and with the slow passing of time, fear and suspicion had grown steadily inside her head, burying itself deep into her psyche like a malignant tumour. The six photographs that decorated the walls hadn’t helped, but that was the reason they were there; the large and graphic, full-colour photographs of a naked young woman suffering a series of unspeakable sexual tortures. In the final, most barbaric image, she was suspended from the ceiling with a meat hook driven through each bloodied breast and her legs widespread as she was raped by some huge demon from hell. It wasn’t only the subject matter of the photographs that scared her; it was the young woman’s face, her face. The final photograph of the series clearly showed Bobby-Jo Gomes being raped by the devil himself.

The big man was no devil. He’d been watching her on the monitors for the last two days, ever since he’d brought her down here unconscious from the double effect of the taser gun and the drugs he’d injected into her arm right away. He’d watched with growing pleasure as her initial confusion turned slowly into anger and frustration and finally, when she’d realised it was her face on the photographs, into understandable fear. Now at last he felt his fruit was ripe, and ready to be plucked. Tasty as any mango, her warm flesh would be soft and sweet, and for the next few days she was his to use in whatever way he chose. The long wait was over at last; the time had come for him to take his revenge.

Slowly he began to remove his clothes. Already his cock was hardening in anticipation of the torment he would shortly unleash on the helpless young woman in the next room. Before starting the attack he reached across to the bank of electrical equipment beside the door and set the cameras to record every last second of Billy-Jo’s suffering. Her father would receive a copy of the recording every single day until his daughter’s physical suffering was finally brought to an end.

There was no warning. The door crashed opened and the big man was on top of her in a flash, like a terrier onto a rat; ripping away the blanket and exposing her naked body to his greedy eyes. Grabbing a handful of long dark hair in his hand, he dragged the shrieking girl into the centre of the room, where the cameras could see her more clearly. Her panic-stricken cries only added further fuel to his lust, not that his was a lust that needed much fuelling. He’d waited a long time to get his hungry hands on Bobby-Jo Gomes, and now he would make her pay double for every long, dragging moment of that wait.

Innocent she may be, but that was a matter of supreme indifference to the big man. Now that he’d begun the attack, his one aim in life was to see her pay the ultimate price for the sins of her father. The price he was demanding of her was a very high price indeed, the highest, and it was vital that she understood her vulnerability from the moment his assault on her began.

She shrieked for a second time as his huge hand twisted tightly in her hair, forcing her body down and her head sideways, until she was crouching awkwardly on the floor, staring up at him, towering above her like the angel of vengeance that he was. Like her he was buck-naked and his huge, circumcised cock stood stiffly erect, pulsing steadily like a beating heart only six inches in front of her eyes. Just for a moment he looked deep into those eyes, coal-black and wide with a fear still only half-imagined; and for the first time he spoke to her.

"Welcome to hell Bobby-Jo Gomes," he growled, relishing the surprise he saw clearly in those bottomless eyes at the mention of her name.

"Oh yes, I know exactly who you are Bobby-Jo. More to the point I also know who your father is. Salvio Gomes, he’s the one you have to thank for the position you now find yourself in. He’s the one you’ll learn to curse when the agony becomes too much for you to handle; when it gets so bad that you can’t even scream any more. And I promise you, that time will come often, and far sooner than you think."

His hand tightened and twisted still further in her hair. It hurt, her body tensed and she began to whimper softly. The big man laughed, enjoying his total domination over the young woman.

“You know what’s coming don’t you,” he said. She could hear the pleasure in his voice. The fact that he was as naked as she was, and had a hardened cock on him that wouldn’t have looked out of place on an elephant was a bit of a giveaway. Oh yes, Bobby-Jo knew what was coming alright; but she didn't reply. In the depths of her eyes a fleck of red shone fiercely, a tiny candle of hate burning in the long dark night of despair. She understood only too well how much pain she would have to endure in the coming days; maybe not the specifics but what did that matter? After all, there are many ways to torture a healthy young woman, and none of them are pleasant – not when you’re the woman on the receiving end.

Even if rape had been the only thing on his mind, things would have been bad enough for her, but it wasn’t, and in the following days Bobby-Jo would have plenty of time to learn that painful lesson. In her case, the devil was to be found in the detail, and the devil they say, is as evil a being as ever roamed this world. The devil was spawned in hell, and as the big man’s opening words had suggested to her, hell was where Bobby-Jo had woken up to find herself, naked and helpless, and utterly alone.

"That’s right you little fuck cunt, you know exactly what’s going to happen to you, don’t you," he growled, “at least some of it anyway. I’m sure you can make an educated guess; the photographs will have given you a clue, but even they don’t tell the full story. What we have in store for you my little bitch is ten times worse than anything you could imagine, even in your worst nightmare.” His voice hardened still further; the hatred she could hear in it seemed almost inhuman.

“Don’t worry,” he told her, “I won’t be killing you quickly, I won’t be killing you at all, though I’m sorely tempted. That would be too easy for you Bobby-Jo, for you and for Salvio. Too quick and far too easy, particularly when I have a week to prepare you. It means I can take my time about raping you, and torturing you. That’s my task you see, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me; all you can do is to suffer everything I choose to inflict on you. Nobody knows that you’re here, and only I know the reason why you’re here.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell you everything when the time is right. I’ll tell you the whole damn story a little bit at a time, and when the story’s told I’m going to ram those meathooks into your tits, hang you from the ceiling and listen as you scream for mercy. Only there will be no mercy for you Bobby-Jo; your screams will draw Satan from his lair. I shall watch as you hang there on your hooks and beg him to sow his poisonous seed deep into your womb. He will refuse of course; he is the lord of darkness after all, and it is his choice where he sows his seed. Your demands will grow louder, next you will promise him the world if only he will plow your furrow deep, but even the world will not be enough. Before you will be allowed to feel the full, hard length of his shaft pulsing inside your body, you will offer him your very soul. That’s the agreement we came to, he and I, my task is to prepare you for his coming.”

“Only first I have to teach you all about pain you little spic bitch, because that’s how it goes. First you learn about pain, and after that I’m going to give you the most violent fucking you’ve had in your life. Up to now that is Bobby-Jo, because this is only day number one, and we have a long journey to make together you and I.”

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My other stories are :-

Champagne and Strawberries.

Abduction No. 1 – Training Tina

Abduction No. 2 – The taking of Anna-Maria Svenson.

Uncle Buck

They can all be found on ASSTR, /files/Authors/love_hurts/

Any feedback, or suggestions for future storylines would be gratefully received.

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