The Billionaire's Widowed Assistant

Chapter Two

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Where am I?

Vicki moans softly, trying to stretch her body, which is strangely tense. She finds her wrists handcuffed to…something that felt like a car door. And her knees were bent because her feet rested against what was most likely another car door. She tried to open her eyes, but her head was still covered. Her mouth was dry since HE had shoved something in there. It smelled disgusting, like someone’s old stinky sock.

What’s going to happen to me?

To my kids?

What will HE do?

Please! Someone…Please help me!

I’ve been kidnapped!

Unable to do anything but twist slightly and mewl around the gag in her mouth, Vicki silently raged at the abductor, Mr. Schmitt, and of course, herself.

If she hadn’t let herself get distracted and upset, she might have avoided all of this.

How can this be happening to me?

Vicki left the car forward as the car came to a stop.

Oh no! What now?

The driver’s door opened. She could hear HIS breathing. The door shuts.

Where is HE going?

Silence abounds as she strains to hear anything, that might give away where she is, where HE is, what HE is doing, and most importantly, when is HE coming back.

Slowly, as silently as possible, she pulls at her restraints.

Too tight, her wrists would be sore when this was done, if she did not break anything in the process.

Changing tactics, Vicki still straining to hear anything, used her feet, pushed against that door, pushing her head up toward her hands. She clawed at her head, trying to clasp the hood, or whatever was covering her head.

Finally! Her fingers closed on the coarse covering. Pulling quickly, she dredged it over her head.

Darkness! The only thing she could see was the ceiling of the car. Her car. Good! There is a crowbar under the front seat, and a multi-tool also. If only she could reach them. If only her hands were loose.

Well, only one thing at a time, she twisted her head back and forth, trying to get a look out of the window. The only thing she could see was a light pole with a seagull sitting on it. Seagull? Am I by a river, a lake? There were both within a few miles of the mall. Maybe she hadn’t been taken far. If she could just get her hands free…

Suddenly, she heard the faint sound of a cell phone ringing. It was too low to make out the words, but the music was quite familiar, if only she could place it. The music cut off. He was talking to someone, but it was too low and far away to hear what HE was saying.

Okay…She took a deep breath through her nose. She pushed her feet against the door again. This time, she angled her face toward her hands. She started reaching toward her gag. After what felt like forever, her fingers were able to grasp the material in her mouth. She attempted to pull it out quickly but she lost her hold on it. She reached again and grabbed it more easily. This time, she pulled the gag slowly out of her mouth.

Aaaaah! Finally, she took a deep breath through her mouth, licked her lips as she tried to rid herself of the dry sticky taste of dirty sock…and it was a stinky sock. Eeeew! Seriously, Who does that? Stick a dirty, disgusting sock in a person’s mouth. Then she remembered…someone who kidnaps another person.

Vicki calmed herself down quickly. She then started to assess her situation. She was currently handcuffed inside her OWN DAMN car. The cuffs were very tight, but she had some movement. Her feet were free, but that didn’t do much good. She had no idea where she was, although she was probably near water, judging by the seagull. He was not in the car, but she had no way of knowing how long until he came back. There are possible weapons in the car, but what she had was out of reach. And even if she did, she couldn’t use them unless her hands were free.

Oh s**t! There had to be some way to get out of there.

Think, damn it! She though furiously. This was her car, she know if inside and out. There had to be some way to get her hands free…Wait! She almost laughed out loud, but quickly caught herself.

The kids! They are ALWAYS pulling the handle of the car door off. If she could just…

Suddenly, the door behind her head opened and she half fell out. Vicki’s shoulders hit the gravel. Glancing around quickly, she saw that she was on some gravel road, by the side of a river. Which river? Off to the right was a dense thicket of trees. If she could get free, Maybe she could hide there. “Inventive, aren’t you?” HIS dark menacing voice said.

Her eyes snapped back to her abductor. From her angle, He looked gigantic, so she was unable to tell precisely how tall HE was, but she could see that HE was wearing all black, with gloves, no mask. HE had brown eyes, glasses, and had a weird scar on the underside of his chin, it looked like a ‘W’. How had he gotten such a scar?

He smiled slightly as HE watched her observe HIM. “Take a good look…” HE sneered, “You won’t be telling ANYONE…” he trailed off.

Vicki gulped audibly, HE was going to KILL her! She had to escape. Fast! But how? He was standing over her.

She closed her eyes briefly, trying to focus. HE grabbed about the waist and dragged her lower half out of the car. Then HE stopped and looked at her silently, as if contemplating something. The gun was currently sticking out of the front of HIS pants. HIS left hand reached behind his back and pulled out a long handled bowie knife.

Vicki’s eyes grew wider as HE knelt down next to her. HE brandished the knife slowly in front of her eyes, before trailing the sharp edge of the blade down her cheek, drawing blood only slightly. Pain, fear, and absolute terror made Vicki widen her eyes. “Move one muscle, and I will make this hurt so bad, you will be BEGGING me to kill you.” He grinned evilly.

Vicki held her breath as the sharp edge of the knife traveled down her tender throat. She felt the tip of the knife twist under the neckline of her blouse and pull up sharply. She gasped. Then, a strong calloused hand gripped the top of her shirt and yanked hard. She felt the cold air on her skin as she looked down to see her blouse completely ripped open down the front, her black, lacy bra exposed to HIS gaze.

Oh God! Please not this!

This could NOT be happening.

Vicki closed her eyes as the knife edge slid from her collar bone slowly down between her breasts, then stopped. “Open your eyes!” He gruffly demanded. “I want to see your eyes fill with terror as you experience this!” Vicki shook her head and squeezed her eyes tighter. The knife suddenly left her chest area. A second later, she felt it at the base of her throat again. “Open them!” She did not respond as the knife was pressed so tightly to her throat that she could slit her own throat if she shook her head.

She heard a rough growl from him as the knife moved again. There was a moment of complete silence. A sharp, horrible burning pain in her left shoulder caught her unawares. She screamed out as her eyes flew open with the swiftness of a Nile crocodile snatching a baby wildebeest.

HE sneered down at her, “That’s right, we’re miles from another soul, you can scream all you want.” HE paused and looked thoughtful for a moment, “In fact, I think I might enjoy hearing your delicious screams. They turn me on even more!” His empty hand cupped her breast through the soft lace of her bra and squeezed so hard, that she let out a squeal, even as she tried valiantly to keep it in, not wanting to give him what he seemed to desire. He smirked, “That’s right, just like that, baby.” He leaned forward enough to rub the great bulge in his pants against the side of her breast.

Trying to stay silent, Vicki, watched as He brandished the knife in front of her again. The knife lowered and again began its trek from her collarbone to the cleft between her breasts. Once there, HE paused, looking at her face. “I am going to enjoy this, I have always wanted to have a b***h with Huge t**s like yours, I’ve only had Teensy, little Bitches that are practically Flat chest, so you will be a really Christmas Gift to myself!” He laughed as he spoke, sounding like she should feel grateful that he had taken her against her will.

He pressed the blade of knife down into the cleft where it rested, cutting into her skin, until the bridge of her bra popped, exposing her ample breasts, as she cried out yet again. The curve of the blade circled one n****e then the other before traveling even lower, past her belly button, as she started whimpering and tried to curl away from the knife.

There was a thud as an object hit the ground. HE grabbed her by the crown of her head, and slammed the back of the head into the rough, rocky ground, beneath her. HE then slapped her across the face so forcefully, that her head whipped around as she cried out, loudly. HE slapped her again and again. HIS face was red a blotchy as HIS hands curled into great big meaty fists as HE continued to strike her face until she could barely see through the swelling of the of her eyes and the blood rolling down her face. Distantly, she could hear the steady pitter pat of the her blood dripping to the ground. Then, HE got up and started kicking her in the side with what felt like Steel-toed boots.

Vicki, in agony, felt herself go limp as the pain started to overwhelm her. HE stopped immediately, when her head dropped back and her eyes began to roll back in her head. Her ankles were then grabbed roughly as he stretched her out next to the car that she drove her children in. “DO NOT MOVE! DO NOT CRINGE AWAY FROM ME!” HE screamed at her, “You will get it worse the next time.”

He grabbed the knife up again and squatted at her feet. She watched as a bare hand slowly caressed up from one ankle, as the knife traveled up the inside of her lower leg. At her knees, HE paused to push her legs farther apart and knelt between them. Slowly, as if knowing that she couldn’t stop HIM was completely torturing her, HE continued the path up her legs, pushing up her skirt as HE went until it was bunched at her waist, and her black lacy bikini underwear was bared to his gaze. HE lay the knife across her bare belly above the waistline of her skirt. With an evil gleam in HIS eye, HE grabbed the top of her bikinis and Shred them from her body, leaving pieces of them laying on her legs and all over the ground.

Vicki carefully blanked her mind as HE leaned forward and began to touch her breasts, roughly kneading them as HE moaned with pleasure. She concentrated on her kids so that she wouldn’t cry out as HE continued to hurt her. Trying to continue to obey HIS command to keep her eyes open, while she tried to think of an escape plan. When would be the best time?

After?

If she waited too long, she risked him killing her immediately afterwards. She would have to try during, but when? After HE put both weapons down and got…distracted.

She was snapped back to reality when HIS leather belt struck her across her milky white breasts. She looked at the smug look in HIS eyes.

HE whipped HIS shirt over HIS head. Vicki noticed a strange zigzag scar going down his left ribs. She focused on that scar, and ran through her plan as she surrendered to HIM, awaiting the perfect opportunity.

HE struggled to take off his shoes, pants and boxers as HE was still on HIS knees between her knees. When HE was naked, HE straightened up on HIS knees giving her time to see the erection that HE sported. HIS member looked so BIG, like a battering ram from the middle ages. It would probably split her into when HE…

She instinctively attempted to close her legs, not wanting to experience THAT. From seemingly out of nowhere, the knife appeared again. HE ordered, “Open!” When she hesitated, swallowing audibly, HE instantly started making several shallow cuts on her legs and across her stomach. When she cried out, but still did not acquiesce, HE got up, placing HIS knee to her chest and baring down, making it difficult to breathe. Then HE grabbed up his belt and looped it around her neck and back through the buckle. HIS knee left her chests the belt tightened on her slender throat. She forced the muscles in her legs to loosen a bit.

Quickly, He resumed his position between her legs. Slowly he released his hold on the strap of the belt, lying it tantalizing down her chest, between her mounds and within easy reach.

Vicki Squealed involuntarily as HE adjusted HIS position between her legs and ended up pinching her tender inner thigh to the hard pebbled ground. HE had shoved her legs as wide as HE could, placing HIS knees to keep them from closing. She felt HIS sweaty hands again slide up her inner thighs, lingering briefly on he cuts that HE had made. She might have thought it was in remorse, if she hadn’t seen the gleam of satisfaction in his eyes. When HE reached her core, HE roughly shoved three fingers into the most intimate part of her, making her cry out in pain before he could stop herself.

He looked into her face, grinned wickedly, and brought HIS hand to his face, licking it. “Mmmm…You smell so good and taste even better. I can’t wait to see how it feels to be inside of your tight little cunt!”

HE tenderly caressed the belt as it lay in her bosom. The knife was placed across her bloody stomach, “I’m gonna taste these pretty titties of yours. If you resist at all, I’ll cut them off!” HE informed them. “Nothing is better to me then f*****g some prissy little girl like you, especially one with huge t**s like you. Sucking them so hard and good that you’ll WANT me to keep going!” HE paused, “if you’re really good to me, maybe…just maybe…I’ll keep you around for a while to have even MORE fun,” HE chuckled.

Vicki’s eyes got wide upon hearing that, she was so frightened that she just lay, completely frozen, on the cold hard gravel.

HE leaned over her and started to kiss her. HIS fat, stinky tongue was shoved deep in her mouth. It felt hot and thick, like it was gagging her. She tried to relax her jaw and just tried to endure the best that she could. She felt HIS meaty hands grope her already tender, bruised boobs. HE pinched her n*****s and grabbed more at HIS mounds as he slobbered HIS way away from his mouth, down her slender throat, across her clavicle, and onto her breast. HE scrapped HIS teeth roughly across one breast to bite down hard upon the n****e. She cried out in pain. HE chuckled as HE proceeded to do the same with the other. The man alternated between biting and sucking her n*****s so hard that she was left whimpering and crying.

Vicki felt HIS hand drift down her belly, over the knife, and based upon the movement, started stroking HIS c**k. HE brought HIS hand back up crammed it into her mouth, making her taste HIS disgusting precum. She gagged again. HE sat up and pressed HIS length against her core and pause to again look at her face.

“Do you feel that?”

Vicki gulped and nodded.

“I can’t wait to shove this deep in your tight p***y!” and with that HE thrust inside her so hard and fast, that she screamed out on the top of her lungs.

HE laughed loudly and happily, “I love that sound,” and pulled out only to do it again. “When I’m done, you’re gonna suck it ALL the way down. Then we’ll do it all again.” Another Thrust.

With every thrust, Vicki screamed.

Oh God! It hurt so much!

She attempted to relax in order for it not feel like HE was ripping her two. As her screams lessened, HE again lowered HIS head and went back to sucking and biting her mounds in turn, almost as if attempting to make her scream again.

Vicki kept whimpering, but remained watching HIS face. Since HE was…otherwise occupied, she grasped the handle of the car door that the cuffs were looped through, with both hands and started pulling, gently so HE wouldn’t be able to tell. She was working it back and forth when it FINALLY came out with a small pop. HE didn’t even pause in HIS painful thrusts. Slowly, she reached into the car, it was awkward because her hands were still handcuffed together and she was trying to bend them in a way they shouldn’t bend, all the while praying her actions were not noticed.

After what felt like forever, she felt the cool metal of the crowbar. Ever so slowly, she pulled it out of the car and raised it high. If she did not aim properly, or did not use enough force, then she would be dead. Of that, she had no doubt. If this failed…NO! this would not fail!

Suddenly, HE started thrusting frantically. It was almost time. She needed to strike when HE was at HIS most vulnerable. HIS body jerked when HE…completed HIS act.

Vicki quickly brought the crowbar down on the back of HIS head. There was a sickening thud as HIS body slumped on top of her.

Not knowing how long HE would be out, she shoved HIM off of her, sobbing. As she got free, Vicki kept hold of the crowbar, but grabbed the blanket in the pocket on the back of the passenger seat.

For a brief moment, she considered looking for her keys, but just then, Vicki heard a groan from the man at her feet. Without giving it another thought, she kept the blanket and crowbar and started running for the trees. The strap of the belt flapped against her skin as she ran. Just before she reached the cover of the trees, she felt something sharp dig into her left shoulder. Adrenaline pumping through her veins, she did not pause, but kept running, darting between and around trees. She heard a gunshot as she felt something hot hit her in her side. She heard HIM shout, “Get back here, you b***h!” Another shot, “I’ll kill you…slowly.” Then, she was too far away to hear anything else. Vicki stopped and looked around. The river was to the right, she was surrounded by woods, She could not see any lights through the trees ahead of her, but she obviously couldn’t go back. HE was there.

There must be a house, or something ahead.

There must be one.

Ooow! Vicki pressed her arm to her right side, It was sticky with blood. No matter, HE had cut her several places. She tried to hold the blanket to cover her front, but it was difficult, being handcuffed.

Crowbar in one hand, blanket in the other, she walked ahead, next the river.