Trapped Between Two Enemies

2: Pleasurable Torture

Janelle's POV

I struggled to lift my eyelids, but it didn't matter. My vision remained bleak because there was a piece of cloth obscuring my sight. I tried to get up from the soft bed on which I lay, but I felt thick ropes tied around my wrists and ankles.

I couldn't move my arms and legs, but that wasn't the worst part. The fine cotton bed sheets brushed against my naked ass as I struggled to escape. I could feel the chilling air from the AC, blowing into my v****a, and across my exposed mounds and n*****s.

To my terror, I was completely naked, and my limbs were immovable, making it impossible for me to cover my privates. The ropes pulled my limbs, spreading my legs apart, leaving no part of me in the dark.

“Help!!” I screamed, but there was no reply.

I screamed again at the top of my voice but the only sound I could hear was the sound of my cracking voice.

“You can scream all you want, but no one will hear you.” A deep, manly voice replied.

“This room is completely soundproof.”

I recognized that chilling tone, it was Darren.

I could hear him striding forward, and with the flip of a switch, a bright light shone through the tiny holes of my blindfold.

Suddenly, I felt his fingers touching my feet, and trailing up my thighs. His touches sent shivers of electricity up my spine which I tried to block out. But my body responded to his touch, and my p***y was becoming damp.

“Don't f*****g touch me, you f*****g pervert.” I commanded.

He scoffed

“Oh, please. Don't act like you don't like it.”

He retracted his hands and walked away from me. But I could still sense his presence in the room. Then I heard the sound of a little beep from a device.

“Darren, what the f**k. What's that sound?”

“Well, since you took some photos of me. I thought I should have a little something for myself.”

No! This can't be happening. How can he be this perverse? My entire naked body was on display, and he was filming me.

“Gosh, you're so f*****g hot. I would've loved to slam into your p***y right now, but I can't let my d**k be seen on the footage.”

The sound of his steps drew closer again, and my already pounding heart sank when I heard the sound of a vibrator. My n*****s stiffened as his fingers squeezed my mounds.

“You're a monster!” I screamed, struggling to free myself from his grip.

But all attempts seemed futile. My muscles grew weary, and my limbs began to hurt as I tugged at the ropes that were tightly wrapped around my wrists and ankles.

He continued to caress my parts, stroking the vibrator against my p***y lips. I tried to control its wetness, but that damn p***y had a mind of its own. My body continued to betray me as it responded to his touches until I was completely wet. My g-spot had become loose.

He chuckled.

“You know what they say about nature?” He asked rhetorically.

“It's inevitable.”

“Darren, please stop. Don't do this.” I begged. But he didn't listen.

He slowly inserted the vibrator into my moist entrance, stroking me gently.

“Consider this as mercy. The next time you threaten me, I won't be this kind.”

I could feel the object, shuddering inside of my hole, causing me to quiver. But I continued to fight the s****l urge welling up inside of me.

A wetness surrounded my n****e in an attempt to make me c*m, and it worked. He kissed and sucked my mounds while pushing the vibrator into my p***y.

“Ah!” I moaned as my juices shot out of me, giving me a pleasurable sensation.

I hated myself for not being able to bridle my cravings.

“Good girl.” He said, patting my chins.

“If you dare tell your father, or anyone about this, I'll make sure this footage shows up on live television.” I could hear his voice fading away as he exited the room.

Tears began to stream down my cheeks as the realization settled upon me. He had a video of my naked body, showing how he m*********d me until I climaxed. I also recalled that when he sucked my n*****s, I felt a plastic mask covering his face.

I had no evidence that this happened. And even if the video was shown to the cops, there was no proof that he had anything to do with it. I could imagine how much damage that clip could do to my father's reputation and the reputation of his company.

How would I survive, knowing that the world had seen every part of me?

I had become his prisoner. And the bondage he had forced me into, was far worse than these ropes that mercilessly stretched my limbs.

“Now let's put you back to sleep, shall we?” His voice interrupted my chain of thoughts.

A needle pierced into my arm, and I felt a liquid substance being injected into my bloodstream. The brightness of the lights began to fade away, until my vision blurred out into bleakness.

*****

I jolted out of my bed, panting and sweating from the surreal nightmare. My eyes were still dizzy from the unending sleep-filled night. To my surprise, I had been laying on my bed, with my phone on my nightstand.

“How did I get here?”

I quickly grabbed my phone and unlocked it with my fingerprint, checking my gallery for the photos I had taken. But there was nothing, the photos were gone. I checked my recycle bin just to be sure, but the photos weren't there either.

“Wheew!”

Maybe the events of last night were just a terrifying nightmare.

I strode out of my room to get some breakfast, and everything seemed normal. The cooks had already placed our meals on the dining table, and my Dad sat in the living room, operating his device.

“Good morning Dad.” I greeted, taking a seat at the table.

I uncovered the plate of bacon and eggs, and began munching them like a wild beast. I was too hungry to even realize that my greetings were not acknowledged by my father.

As usual, he would say, ‘good morning Jane’ and ask me about my night, but he didn't say a single word.

“Dad, is everything okay?”

He cleared his throat.

“Where were you last night?” He asked with a serious tone.

That's one question even I hadn't thought of. I remembered driving to Darren's apartment after work, but I must've gotten home before I had that nightmare.

“Uhm, I don't really remember. I think it was just the usual activiti…”

“Don’t you dare lie to me young lady.” He interrupted. His rage was evident in his voice.

“Darren drove you over here last night. You had been drinking so much alcohol that you ended up driving to his apartment.”

“No Dad. I swear, that's not what happened.”

“Oh! Is that so?! Then tell me exactly what happened. I'm listening.”

My memories began to connect the incidents of last night. I gripped my arm to feel a sharp pain caused by the needle he had injected into me.

Oh, no! It wasn't a nightmare. Darren assaulted me and he still had the video of my nudeness.

“What's wrong? Don't you have anything to say?!” My Dad shouted, startling me.

How do I tell him what Darren had done?

The needle wound on my arm was proof of something. But even if he believed me and decided to investigate, Darren could leak the tape.

I took a deep breath and removed my grip from my arm.

“I'm sorry Dad. It won't happen again.”

He sighed.

“Look, Jane. You know I love you. But last night, you were so wasted that Darren had to carry you to your own bed.” He stated compassionately.

“Just imagine if you had ended up on the wrong doorstep. What would have happened to you?”

I strode forward and hugged him tightly.

“I'm really sorry.”

He whispered,

“You're all I have left, Jane.”

A ball of tears rolled down my cheek, but the tears in my heart had begun to fill oceans. I'm gonna kill that asshole called Darren.

I returned to the table to finish my meal, but I had already lost my appetite. There was no time to be eating when I had a naked video of me out there, waiting to be shared to the media.

•••••

My mind fast-forwarded through the morning bath and preparation, and an hour later, I was at my father's company, storming into Darren's office.

I was still unsure of what I was going to do to him. But I was determined to make sure he erases the video and make him pay for what he had done to me.