A Different Kind of Ransom
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				Title: <strong>A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>22-02-2015, 09:19:11</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><span style="font-size: 1.45em;" class="bbc_size">A Different Kind of Ransom</span><br></span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>26-02-2015, 17:46:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs39/i/2009/001/d/3/Femme_Fatale_by_SableSinCyr.jpg)</div><br>“Oh lord, what do I do? I’ve fallen for someone who’s nothin like you. He’s raised on the edge of the Devil’s backbone. I just wanna take him home.”<br><br>Marc snorted from her lap. <br><br>“Yeah, like you’re fucking simon pure?” He asked with a grin. <br><br>Jackie-D paused her song to cock an eyebrow at him.<br><br>“Least I’ve never killed anyone.” She told him, running her hands through his short cropped hair. His face turned very stern for a moment before he nipped her thigh. <br><br>“That was war.”<br><br>“He’s good and he’s bad and he’s all that I got.” She sang in response. <br><br>Marc must have been feeling the afterglow to be this relaxed. Jackie wiped at the running mascara at her eyes, he liked to make her gag on his cock, which was hell on her makeup. She didn’t mind terribly, this meant he would foot the bill at Mac and at least he could get it up, unlike the last one. <br><br>She was still wondering whether she should pass on the information that Marty had shown up at their place this morning. Reeking of weed, piss and cheap booze. He’d given one of his greasy smiles and called her Jacks, trying to wheedle his way into the apartment. She didn’t want to mention it, it was probably a rotten score, but if it wasn’t this could be the big one they were talking about. If she didn’t mention it and Marc found out…well. She had seen his cold calculated tempter and didn’t care to have it aimed at her. It would ruin the moment but if she waited any longer…<br><br>“Marty came by,” She said finally “He wants you to call him.”<br><br>She kinda hoped he wouldn’t respond, but instead he extracted himself from her lap and went to find a phone. <br><br>She didn’t know what was said, but she figured it was go. Otherwise she wouldn’t be sipping a Manhattan while being blasted with strobe lights. She looked at the picture again, and scanned the room for the buxom blonde. She turned the photo over. Appletini was scrawled on the back in Marty's chicken scratch. So, she was looking for a bimbo with no taste in liquor. She sipped her own and looked over the crowd. This better fucking work. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>01-03-2015, 23:19:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://distractionsink.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/reno1-227x350.jpg)</div>Marc used to hate waiting for anything, but he'd become good at it in the Marines. War was 99% waiting and 1% sheer chaos and instincts, so he learned to like the quiet anticipation before things got interesting.<br><br>All the same, his heart was beating quickly, and hard enough to where he could hear it in the relative quiet of his Dodge Challenger (http://pictures.dealer.com/b/bosakmotorsalescllc/1822/a0fb8859eb7eac696b3309f40ca6e4dcx.jpg). When this job was done, maybe he'd get a BMW, but for now <em>The Tempest</em> was doing him just fine. Maybe he wouldn't even need a car in Argentina, or wherever Jackie-D wanted to go after this job. This one would hopefully take care of them for the rest of their days, though there was plenty of distance between that and where he sat.<br><br>He wasn't much of a dreamer, he just knew that whatever their new life would hold, it would be better (and sunnier) than their life now. He couldn't really complain, of course, he had his raven-haired beauty sharing his bed, and they weren't going hungry. The two of them were proficient enough to live comfortable and support each of their own habits, and a few shared ones as well. It was the number of small jobs they had to pull that was holding them back. Each time they ran a gig, there was some risk, however minor. Sooner or later, their small boosts would put them in the crosshairs of a lucky detective or beat cop, and they'd be sunk. It was better to do one big job, put all the risk in one basket and all.<br><br>He hoped for some kind of update from Jackie-D, but he knew that in truth, no news was good news. He just hoped that ass-clown Marty didn't get this information from some of his shittier sources. They'd used to have a much better contact for this sort of stuff, but he'd gotten into some heat and had to leave town. Such was the life of their type.<br><br>Once Jackie-D found the spoiled tramp, they'd take her to the cabin that they he'd bought a timeshare on for a month. They'd send a ransom note with instructions, and her rich daddy would pay out the ass to get his heir back. Then it would be beers and beaches in a country where the dollar was strong, and dirty money was still money.<br><br>He kept his eyes on the club across the street, hoping to see Jackie-D and their mark. He was tempted to light up a cigarette, but his instincts told him illuminating the dark interior of his car with a lighter was a bad move. He cracked his knuckles and waited to see the pair of them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>07-03-2015, 20:12:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h455/juanitasub/1253365694535.jpg)</div> Jasmine mills walked into the nightclub. It wasn't that crowded but then it was a Thursday night. Jasmine was wearing a short red dress with a scoop top that revealed the tops of her impressive breasts, along with red heels. Underneath she wore a frilly matching bra and panties set. One of the waitresses at the diner she worked at told her that she had met some cute guys here on Thursday night, so Jasmine had decided to give it a try. Since Jasmine worked as a waitress at the diner on Friday, Saturday and Sunday night this was her last chance to have fun before the weekend.<br><br>Jasmine scanned the crowd. There was no one there she knew, but the club was about an hour from her home, so she didn't expect to see few if any people she knew. Unfortunately the cute guys hadn't arrived yet either. Hopefully they will get her soon Jasmine thought to herself. While she waited Jasmine decided to get a drink. She wasn't much of a drinker, so she just ordered an Aplletini. She found a seat where she could watch the door for cute guys to come in, as she slowly sipped her drink.<br><br>A couple guys came by and wanted to talk to her, but she wasn't interested in them. They worked at one of the farms, and Jasmine's parents owned a farm and she wanted to leave the rural life and move to the big city. Her ultimate dream was to move to Los Angeles to be an actress. She knew the odds were long on that happening, as many young women had the same dream.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>10-03-2015, 19:24:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs39/i/2009/001/d/3/Femme_Fatale_by_SableSinCyr.jpg)</div><br><em>“Appletini”</em><br><br>Jackie had moved to the bar, hoping that she would catch the cunt there. She was still nursing her Manhattan when she heard the order. Her eyes flicked to the blonde and then down to the picture. It was close enough and that was this slag drink of choice. She watched as her mark retreated with a drink and took a seat. Tilting back her head Jackie-D sucked down the rest of her own beverage. <br><br>Showtime. <br><br>The bartender gave her a grin as she grimaced when she ordered a Porn Star. Looking at the sugary disaster that passed off as alcohol she frowned. The things she did for a gig. With drink in hand she began her drunken totter over to the target. <br><br>The plan was this. She would act like a stupid spoiled whore herself, pretend she was a touch drunk , knock into the targets table, spill both their drinks and then offer to buy her a new one. She would then spike said drink and whisk the heiress away from her entourage. <br><br>Except she was on her own. Jackie paused and looked at the picture one final time. It was her, a dead ringer. Shaking off the doubt she shoved the picture back into her purse, refusing to look at it any more that evening. Doubt had no place in this. <br><br>The drunken act always started with a giggle, then a sultry tilt to her hips and weave to her walk. She wanted it to be charming, not overt, so she left out the slurred speech loss of bodily control. After all no one wanted to be in the company of a completely sauced git. <br><br>With that in mind she giggled as she made her way over to the table, flirting and mingling on the way. For all appearances she just another patron, enjoying the evening. She stopped and let a well-built farm boy grind on her, and then shared a joke with a group of girls at his expense before she finally escaped the crowd and tripped herself right onto Jasmine’s table. Purposely she knocked her own drink right into Jasmine’s and sending both green and purple liquids over the surface. <br><br>“Oh my god,” she cried out “I am so sorry.” Immediately she looked for napkins and began to mop off the table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>12-03-2015, 05:03:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h455/juanitasub/1253365694535.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Jasmine sighed, sipped her drink, and set the half empty glass down. She was going to have a talk this weekend with the waitress at work who recommended this club to her. Maybe it is just an off night, or maybe it gets busier later, but Jasmine wasn't sure if this place would be worth it. Still she had spent an hour driving here so she didn't want to leave too soon and miss out.<br><br>Jasmine turned her attention back to the door, watching to see who might enter and make the wait worthwhile.<br><br>Then all of sudden Jasmine felt her table move and liquids flying. A woman, who appeared to have been drinking, had bumped into her table. Jasmine set her now empty glass back up pn the table. She handed the woman a napkin and helped her to wipe up the mess on the table. "Are you OK?", Jasmine asked. "Maybe you should sit down for a minute."<br><br>After the two of them had soaked up the drinks from the tabletop, Jasmine said, "Oh by the way my name is Jasmine" and held out her hand. She thought might as well have someone to chat with until things liven up in here.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>13-03-2015, 05:00:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs39/i/2009/001/d/3/Femme_Fatale_by_SableSinCyr.jpg)</div><br><em>“Are you ok?”</em><br><br>“I’m fine, really,” Jackie smiled brightly, a touch too brightly “Just about to die from embarrassment.”<br><br>She quickly took her offer of a seat and slide in next to the blonde. She just as quickly took the hand when offered. Jasmine? Was the girls name Jasmine? She didn’t know. Marc had said the name quickly, and shoved the picture into her hand. Who the hell knew anyway? She could be going incognito tonight. Would explain the lack of admiring followers. <br><br>“I’m Clare,” she told her. It had taken Jackie a week to pick her name, practicing one rich bitch persona after another in front of Marc. He had said that he would have liked any of them to choke on his cock. She had rolled her eyes before giving in to his lusty demands. Afterwards he had played with her hair and said that Clare gave the best head. So here she was playing new money, the self-possessed and sweet Clare. A girl who couldn’t hold her liquor but no one would question giving a drunken friend a hand. <br><br>“I am so sorry about this,” she said, gesturing to the sticky table, “Let me buy you another drink.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>14-03-2015, 23:05:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h455/juanitasub/1253365694535.jpg)</div> Jasmine looked at her and smiled, "Sure you can buy me a drink if you want. I was drinking an Appletunie, I mean Appletini. Maybe I had too many already. I just joking, I am fine."<br><br>Jasmine glanced a the door as a group of women entered and then back at Claire. "I not much of a drinker, so if you know of some interesting drink as long as it is not too strong you could order that instead for me. Actually, to tell you the truth Claire I only been drunk once. It happened at a frat party a couple of years ago. One of the guys kept bringing me beer then stronger drinks. Next thing I knew I was waking up in the morning under a big oak tree in the frat house back yard. My blouse was on me inside out and my bra was gone. I guess he kept it as a souvenir! Must have been a great memorable night for him. What was it that Bob Hope used to say? Thanks for the memories. Well in this case it might be better said as thanks for the mammaries! So after that I didn't drink much."<br><br>Just then the cocktail waitress came by to take our order.<br><br>Continuing Jasmine asked, "This is my first time here. I know it is a weekday but it seems slow. Do you come here often? I just wondering if it is worth staying or not. I got an hour drive home so didn't want to stay too late, especially if it is slow."<br><br>Just then the cocktail returned with the drinks.<br><br>Jasmine picked up her drink and sipped it. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted 3 young handsome men walking towards the back of the club. She set her drink down and turned her head away from Claire to watch them. Jasmine giggled and said softly, "Well maybe my luck has changed." Jasmine continued to watch them as they walked all the way to the back of the club...to join three women waiting for them at a table. Jasmine let out a deep sigh, and turned back to face Claire again. "Then again, maybe my luck hasn't changed."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>19-03-2015, 17:45:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs39/i/2009/001/d/3/Femme_Fatale_by_SableSinCyr.jpg)</div><br>Jackie couldn’t wait to get this bitch up to the cabin and stick a ball gag in her mouth. She barely got a word in edgewise. Still she smiled and nodded. Even giggled a bit when Jasmine laughed off what was clearly a case of date rape. <br><br>She had had something similar to her happen when she was 19, a mark getting one over on her. It hadn’t ended up well for him. The next day her and her brother had rearranged his face. She had then gotten a long lecture on how this what happens when gigs go sideways. <br><br>When the waitress came up she ordered two Appletini’s and forked over two twenties. When the drinks arrived she was still listening attentively. She took them off the tray and placed one in front of Jasmine. <br><br>“No, don’t come here often. Just thought I’d stop in cause I heard it was hot.” She mimicked a frown, “Looks like nothing but hicks and poser.”<br><br>When Jasmine turned her head to stare wistfully at the three men, she seized the opportunity to wave her hand over the girls drink and drop in the pill. She finished the move by laying her hand on Jasmine’s shoulder, a nice follow through to make the drop look natural. <br><br><em>"Then again, maybe my luck hasn't changed."</em><br><br>“Oh, I think it has,” Jackie said with a snake skin smile as she gave the girls shoulder a comforting squeeze. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>22-03-2015, 02:05:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h455/juanitasub/1253365694535.jpg)</div> Jasmine turned back to Clare and replied, "So you really think my luck has changed? It doesn't seem so yet, but perhaps it will soon. In any event, thank you for the drink. Let me offer a toast."<br><br>Jasmine picked up her glass and spoke, "May our luck change tonight and may we both find someone special tonight." Jasmine clinked her glass against Clare's and then sipped her drink. Then she set it down. "Well I certainly don't want to have wasted my time here and I am sure sure you feel the same way."<br><br>As the night wore on, their luck finding men, or at least men they wanted to spend time with didn't improve. They spent the time talking about clothes, men, shopping online and other topics. Jasmine found her easy to talk to, and the time went by quickly. Jasmine finished her drink and said she didn't want another as she had a long drive home and didn't want to risk a DUI.<br><br>They talked some more and then Jasmine looked at her watch, "Oh it is later than I thought. I really should be going. I am starting to get tired. I guess tonight was just a wasted night." She yawned and then started to get up to leave. She staggered when she did, grabbing the table for support. Jasmine sat down. "Guess those drinks effected me more....more than I thought. I feeling tipsy. Maybe I better call a taxi. Do you know any decent cheap motels where I can go and sleep it off? I don't know the area here. Or would you mind calling a cab I don't know what cab companies operate out here. Just tell them to meet me in front of the club."<br><br>Then Jasmine tried to stand again. She manage to do so, but swayed side to side as she stood there. "Clare could you help me to the door. I like really tipsy. I don't wanna fall on my face. I not drunk or nothing, just my legs aren't working right.<br><br>Leaning on her Jasmine made it to the front door. She continued to walk with her towards the curb to wait for the taxi. Jasmine almost made before saying, "Maybe I am all drunk" and falling against Clare. Jasmine's eyes were closed and she was unconscious. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>23-03-2015, 05:12:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs39/i/2009/001/d/3/Femme_Fatale_by_SableSinCyr.jpg)</div><br>She deserved an Academy Award for this performance. She played the empty headed socialite all night. Making up one lie and funny story after another. It was only supposed to go on for ten minutes or so, except she just kept talking. After about an hour she questioned whether the pill she had given her was a dud. <br><br>It wasn’t until Jasmine stood up that it was evident that the pill had taken effect. She rolled her eyes, she was going to have to have a serious talk with her supplier. <br><br><em><br>"Guess those drinks effected me more....more than I thought. I feeling tipsy. Maybe I better call a taxi. Do you know any decent cheap motels where I can go and sleep it off? I don't know the area here. Or would you mind calling a cab I don't know what cab companies operate out here. Just tell them to meet me in front of the club.”</em><br><br>Catching Jasmine before she fell flat on her face, she tugged the girl tight into her side. <br><br>“Don’t worry, honey.” She told Jasmine, brushing her hair from her eyes “I’ve got a DD that will take you home.” <br><br>With that she led her out of the club, appearing to anyone who cared to look as someone helping a drunk friend. Out on the curb she texted Marc. <br><br><strong>“NOW!” </strong><br><br><em>"Maybe I am all drunk,”</em> Jasmine mumbled from her shoulder. Jackie rolled her eyes. Then her captive mercifully passed out. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>24-03-2015, 06:52:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://distractionsink.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/reno1-227x350.jpg)</div>Marc was turning the plan over and over in his head. It all came back to the same thing: he'd kill Marty if he fucked them over. Even if he'd just wasted his evening, he was fed up with his shit.<br><br>His fantasy of finally dealing with the shithead evaporated when he felt his phone vibrate. When he read it, his eyes shot towards the entrance of the club and he saw them.<br><br>He put <em>The Tempest</em> into gear and rolled out of the parking lot across the street. He felt like peeling out he was so eager to get under way, but cooler heads prevailed. His eyes scanned the blonde bimbo as she rested her head on Jackie-D's shoulder. The light was dim, but it was her. It had to be her.<br><br>He pulled in alongside them and unlocked the doors. "Howdy miss." He gave his best impression of a do-goodie sap. "Have a seat, we'll get ya home." He'd wasted his words though, she was out cold.<br><br>The plan was for her to sit in the back with her the whole drive. The last thing they'd need is her coming to and suddenly attacking him while he was driving. Or signaling for help somehow when he wasn't looking.<br><br>After pulling away and getting onto the highway, he reached under his seat and withdrew the duct tape and the pocket knife. "Bind her wrists and ankles, just in case. If we get pulled over, cut it off of her fast." He doubted they'd have any trouble with the cops. He was sober and driving like a boy scout. Both went against his grain, but sacrifices had to be made.<br><br>It was a long drive to the cabin. After an hour they got away from the city lights. It would be another hour or so until they'd wound their way up the mountain. He wanted to tell her to crawl into the front seat and give him some road head, but he forced himself to forget about it. For one, what if her gagging or his groaning woke her up? She was good and could make him get loud. That wasn't even mentioning how difficult it would be to drive these damned curvy slopes while he was cumming down her throat. <br><br>No, he'd get some action when they were at the cabin. Between rounds, he'd let her wax romantic about where they'd go, and what they'd do when they collected this bimbo's ransom.<br><br>He'd send the ransom note once he got a photo of her with a copy of tomorrow morning's newspaper. Then they'd wait to get paid and start their new life. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>25-03-2015, 23:17:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs39/i/2009/001/d/3/Femme_Fatale_by_SableSinCyr.jpg)</div><br>“Howdy Miss?” She mocked, as she curled into the back of the car with their victim. <br><br>It was a rather magical power that Marc possessed, no matter how pissed off she was, at him or the world, she was always happy to see him. <br><br>She caught the tape and gladly put their captive in bondage. Putting Jasmine’s hands and feet in front of her, she wrapped them tight. Without a second thought she slapped a piece of tape on her mouth as well. <br><br>Just in case. <br><br>“You have no idea how much she talks,” She told Marc in the rearview mirror. <br><br>“This place has a tub right? I just want to soak with three fingers of bourbon.” <br><br>She knew it would take about three hours to get to the cabin, so she put Jasmine in a position where she would wake up sore and opened up a copy of Vogue, settling in for the long ride. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>28-03-2015, 06:29:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://distractionsink.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/reno1-227x350.jpg)</div>"No, just a real big bathtub." He'd told her when she'd asked about it. <br><br>During the ride, he looked to the back seat in the rear view mirror. "Don't fuck with her too much." He'd become concerned Jackie might get bored and toy with her captive. Of course, it wasn't out of any pity. "She can't be bruised for her photo shoot."<br><br>After so long in the car, he could hardly blame her. The only reason he'd thought of it was because the the notion kept drifting into his head. Jackie-D liked to put women in their place, which he'd first learned when they watched porn together. He'd never been so hard as when she started talking down to the females.<br><br>When they finally wound through the final twists and turns to reach the cabin, Marc was ready to race Jackie to the bath. A shower sounded real nice. He turned off the car and handed her a key from his key ring. He left the headlights on to light the path to the front door, since otherwise it was darker than he'd ever witnessed.<br><br>"Get the door. I'll bring in the baggage. And the suitcases, too. Find the a bed to tie her up to until she comes to."<br><br>&nbsp;He stepped out of the car and stretched for a second, before opening the back door where their captive sat. "You <em>look </em>like you talk a lot." He leaned in, and worked her limp body out of the door enough to drape her over her shoulder. He didn't bother preventing his hands from groping her as he did so, and he was not disappointed with what he felt.<br><br>Neither was he disappointed with the look of the cabin. One story, three bedrooms of quaint wood panels. When he'd scouted it, he'd liked that it got no cell reception, but a sat phone would work well enough, and couldn't be traced a tenth as easily by the feds. They'd have television and Internet, the latter of which he felt safe about since his laptop would be password-locked.<br><br>He brought her inside the house to join Jackie-D, wondering if she was already soaking in the bath, forcing him to tie the bitch up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>28-03-2015, 23:02:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h455/juanitasub/1253365694535.jpg)</div> Jasmine slowly started to awaken on the bed. She was groggy and had a headache. She wasn't sure where she was or how she got here. Jasmine hands were above her and she tried to pull them down but couldn't. She looked up and seen that her wrists were wrapped in what appeared to be duct tape, and more duct tape was used to secure her wrists to a vertical bar in the headboard. Looking down at her feet Jasmine seen that more duct tape had been wrapped around her ankles, with some more duct tape used to secure her to the foot board.<br><br>Jasmine twisted her head to look around the room. It looked like an ordinary bedroom, the curtains were closed so she couldn't tell where she was, but she could tell that it was light outside. She wondered how long she had been passed out. Was she in the same area of the club or had she been brought somewhere else, possibly even out of state, or out of the country? Jasmine wasn't sure, and that increased her fear.<br><br>She tried pulling on the tape to free her wrists and ankles. She got nowhere and knew that someone would have to free her if she was to escape. She thought back and the last thing she recalled was walking out of the club with Clare. She said something about her friend giving them a ride home. Clare was pretty tipsy too so maybe some guys grabbed her too and brought her here.<br><br>Were those men still here? Again Jasmine had no clue but if they weren't maybe Jasmine could call for help. It was worth a try. Unfortunately there was more duct tape on Jasmine's mouth and her attempts to call for help were transformed into muffled sounds, "Huuuulllppp! Summmmbubbbeee hwweeelppp muhhhhhhhhh" She got no response and looked up at the ceiling frustrated.<br><br>Since she was going anywhere for now, Jasmine turned her thoughts on why she might have been brought here. One option was a kidnapping but her family wasn't rich so that wasn't likely. The other option was, that some men wanted two attractive females to satisfy their carnal needs. Jasmine shuddered and tried not to think about that.<br><br>As she lay in the bed, fighting back tears she heard some noises within the house. Who they were were the question, and Jasmine would learn the answer to that soon enough!!!<br><br>Who brought me here she wondered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>01-04-2015, 02:39:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs39/i/2009/001/d/3/Femme_Fatale_by_SableSinCyr.jpg)</div><br>“Fuck with her?” She teased him, moving the unconscious girls hands out of the way and pulling her tight red dress off one of her tits and sucking on the nipple. Her eyes never left his. <br><br>“Or maybe this was what you had in mind?” She asked, popping her mouth off of Jasmine’s flesh. This time her hand slipped under her dress, leaving the actions up to Marc’s imagination. <br>She gave a haughty laugh as she once again picked up her Vogue and read for the rest of the ride. <br><br>Once they did reach the cabin, she tossed the magazine aside and scrambled for the door. The interior was better than she had imagined. There were no raccoons already dwelling there at least. She picked the most uncomfortable bed in the place and tossed the handcuffs she always carried with her on them. <br><br>There she had done her part for the night. <br><br>Rubbing her temples she hurried to the bathroom, with its beckoning bathtub. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>09-04-2015, 05:02:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://distractionsink.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/reno1-227x350.jpg)</div><br>While Marc appreciated the comfortableness of the cabin, his primary focus was on its layout. He'd inspected the cabin, but it had been about two months ago. For all he knew some animal had loosened a floorboard or chewed on a wire. The outside's inspection would happen in the morning, but tonight at least he could look at the inside.<br><br>Lighting wasn't an issue, as the cabin had solar panels on the roof. It was the reason he paid as much as he had for it. They were off the grid, with a dish satellite providing their Internet.<br><br>It felt good to move around around, that car ride had made him antsy. Then again, moving around was rather uncomfortable, thanks to the&nbsp; consistent half-erection Jackie had graced him with. That thought of her sucking at that bimbo's tit while looking straight at him kept swimming back into his mind.<br><br>Then he heard their captive yelling. Shit, she woke up sooner than he'd anticipated.<br><br>Marc walked swiftly to the bathroom where Jackie-D was bathing. He knocked quietly before peeking his head in to look toward her.<br><br>"She's awake. If you want to come in, don't forget your mask."<br><br><em>Damn</em>. Looking at Jackie, he wondered if maybe he should just let the bitch yell for a bit while he took advantage of this situation.<br><br><em>Business Before Pleasure</em>. He told himself, leaving before she could tempt him with her siren's call.<br><br>He donned his own mask, simple and comfortable; hiding all features except the eyes and mouth. He stepped into the room, which was only barely lit with a night light. It would be difficult for her to know right away it was a mask on his head and not just the dark until he got closer.<br><br>"Do you know why you're here?" He asked in a calm, yet also fluctuated to not use his own accent. "Would you like to?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>12-04-2015, 20:40:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h455/juanitasub/1253365694535.jpg)</div> Jasmine was still groggy but waking up quickly. She was getting frustrated as no one responded to her muffled cries for help. She continued to pull on the duct tape and wiggle on the bed in an effort to get free. But her efforts were in vain and all Jasmine succeeded in doing was have her skirt ride up her legs more and her long blonde hair go everywhere including in front of her face blocking her vision. It was pretty dark so there really wasn't much to see.<br><br>Then Jasmine seen the room brighten for a short time as she heard the sound of a door opening and someone stepping inside. Then the door closed. Jasmine couldn't see who entered at first.&nbsp; Jasmine tried to twist her head to see them but she couldn't because the headboard was facing towards the door and blocked her view.<br><br>Then she heard them walking towards her. They asked if she knew why she was here. Jasmine replied 'Nuhhhhhhhhh"<br><br>As they approached closer they asked if Jasmine would like to know. Jasmine responded "Yusssshhhh" emphasizing&nbsp; her response by shaking her head yes like a bobblehead doll in a car going doing a bumpy road.<br><br>Then she looked to the side of her bed and this person was looking down at her. In the dim light she couldn't tell who they were, and they were wearing a mask too to further hide their identity. Jasmine lay there, her heart pounding in fear as she waited to here their response.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>16-04-2015, 05:28:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cache.desktopnexus.com/thumbnails/542377-bigthumbnail.jpg)</div><br><em>"She's awake. If you want to come in, don't forget your mask."</em><br><br>Jackie took long puff on her joint and then washed it down with another sip of bourbon. <br><br>“Fuck no,” she said, her tone a throaty purr deadened by smoke. <br><br>The bath was the perfect temperature, scented with sandalwood and vanilla and the intoxicants were just starting to take effect. She hadn’t been this relaxed in weeks, planning for this damn heist had wrecked her sleep and left her nerves in knots. <br><br>So hell no, she wasn’t going to go get out of this tub to go inform their hostage of her fate.&nbsp; Anyway Marc on his own would be more intimidating. Despite all evidence to the contrary, women still thought that other women wouldn’t cause them hard. She’d come in later, bring her soup or tea and then make her pretty for her photo shoot. Right now, she was going to let Marc play with their victim. Test his self-control. He said that she had to be pretty for the camera, but there was a lot one could do without leaving a mark. Would be interesting to see if he could keep his hands to himself. <br><br>She took another puff and slipped further down into the steaming pool. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>20-04-2015, 06:46:39</strong>
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				"You're here because your family owes me some money." He tapped her on the cheek as she said it, making sure she knew he was right there. "And you're going to be my bargaining chip to what's mine." <br><br>He popped open a Zippo lighter, letting the flickering light illuminate his masked face. "If you keep calm and cooperate, I'll let you go and you'll never see me again. If you make more trouble then your worth...well."&nbsp; His index and middle fingers walked down the center of her chest.&nbsp; "We'll need to make up your value in other ways. Get it?"<br><br>"So here's what's going to happen. Three things. One, I take this duct tape off your mouth. Two, you keep your voice low. Number two isn't to keep you quiet so nobody hears you. We're in the middle of nowhere. You won't be heard. You're going to keep your voice low because I have a habit of filling up mouths that make too much noise."<br><br>He held up three fingers. "Three, well, three depends on you, doesn't it."<br><br>He slowly peeled off the duct tape over her mouth. "What is the best number to reach the account holder who will be paying me to keep my hands to myself?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>23-04-2015, 04:21:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h455/juanitasub/1253365694535.jpg)</div> Jasmine listened to the man explain things to her. She knew her father had financial problems last year, his crops did poorly. He also needed to replace the motor on his tractor. Jasmine knew he was doing better this year, and had been paying his bills on time. So hopefully he would be able to pay what he owed this man and&nbsp; this ordeal would be over soon. Of course, it couldn't be over soon enough for Jasmine! She froze when he ran his fingers down her chest. She knew then he was serious about having her cooperate. She nodded her head slightly to indicate that she understood.<br><br>She was glad to see that he was going to take the tape off her mouth. She was hoping he would also take it off her wrists and ankles too. Perhaps he would do that later, but for now it was just the tape over her mouth. It pulled at her skin as he pulled it off. She said nothing at first, just stretched her jaw a bit.<br><br>Jasmine took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "You can call my father at 645-7890." She waited for him to make the phone call to see when she would be freed.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>23-04-2015, 05:51:36</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div class="floatleft">(http://wall4all.me/walls//-haifa-wahbi-princess-sexy-17617-1915x1130.jpg)</div><br>With scarlet painted toes Jackie turned the hot water tap back on. If there something she could not stand it was tepid water. As the lava flowed she tilted her head back and took in the last of the bourbon. Hopefully Marc would be done with the bimbo soon. There was an itch that she needed to scratch. <br><br>The liquor and pot was turning all of her tension to jelly. She had not a care in the world. All she could think of was Argentina, old world charm, and warm weather. <br><br>He better not be getting his rocks off with the blonde when she was in need. The sour though crept into her brain and her mouth tightened into a line. Suddenly remembering that could lead to wrinkles, she desperately suck on her joint and slipped back into the tub. She’d give him another twenty minutes before she pulled herself from her bliss and went to see what was on the up and up. Maybe she’d enter like the Queen of Sheba. Naked, smelling of sweet oils and adorned with a golden mask. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>29-04-2015, 08:23:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://distractionsink.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/reno1-227x350.jpg)</div> Marc dialed the number on the satellite phone. It was a bulky device, looking like a cordless phone from the early nineties. It worked well enough, and was all but impossible to trace.<br><br>"When he answers, you're going to greet him. Make sure he knows it's you." When a man answered, he put the phone to her ear for her line.<br><br>Then he took the phone back. "Mr. Eran. Hopefully your daughter's voice has made its point. Shut up and listen." The man was blathering about his name. Perhaps he mispronounced it, as if Marc cared. What a dick, to think about pronunciation at a time like this. "I have your daughter, Katie." Both the bitch and her father were both yammering at him now about names. What the fuck was wrong with this family, did they have a death wish.<br><br>"Look here you piece of shit: if you want to see her again you'll do exactly what I say. Eran industries alone, not counting your subsidiaries, is worth 450 million. One-nintieth of that will pay for your daughter's release. A mistake!? A MISTAKE? Bitch, tell your dad what happens to you is his fault!"<br><br>He didn't give her much of a chance. He hung up the phone by tossing it across the room. It was essentially a brick so it did more damage to the paint than the wall did to the phone. The replaceable battery popped out, ending the call.<br><br>He bore down on Jasmine with a fiery expression. "You're gonna make yourself worthwhile until your daddy comes to his senses."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>30-04-2015, 04:22:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h455/juanitasub/1253365694535.jpg)</div> Jasmine was scared, and the harsh tone of voice the man used made her more scared. Why was that happening to her? Her family was not rich or famous.<br><br>Jasmine's voice was quivering as she spoke into the phone, "Hello Dad, it's me. I've been kidnapped and..." that was all she was allowed to say before the phone was jerked away from her. <br><br>What she heard the man speak to her father about made no sense to her. He was calling her Katie and said that her father was a very wealthy man. despite being terrified now she mange to protest saying, "My name is Jasmine Mills not Katie Eran...My dad doesn't have a lot of money,,,he just a farmer...just small family farm...he can't pay that amount...maybe you are mistaking me for someone else."<br><br>After he tossed the phone and glared at her, her words died out. She listened to what he said and gulped before replying, "What...what do you mean worthwhile?" She was almost in shock over all that was happening to her now and couldn't think clearly. She tugged again against the tape trying to break free. Getting nowhere she looked at him again and shivered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>07-05-2015, 22:44:53</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.trendhunterstatic.com/thumbs/style-noir-for-vogue-italia.jpeg)</div><br>&nbsp;Jackie was roused from her drug induced haze by the crash of the phone. The water sluiced around her as she startled out of the tub. <br><br>“Baby?” She asked, fearing that their captive had gotten loose. She barely remembered to grab her golden mask and strap it to her face before she entered the room with less grace than she intended. <br>But she wasn’t loose. She was still strapped to the bed, looking up at Marc with wide fearful eyes. He was glaring over her like a snarling beast. The phone in the corner, the battery a few inches from it. <br><br>“The fuck is this?” She asked, trying to regain composure. Disregarding her nakedness, she put a hand on her hip and attempted an air of authority. <br><br>“What the hell is going on?” She continued, coming behind Marc and placing a hand on his shoulder. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>10-05-2015, 02:43:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://distractionsink.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/reno1-227x350.jpg)</div>"Her dad's playing coy, and so is she." Marc leaned over and squeezed Jasmine's cheeks so that her lips puckered. "I knew her dad would play hard ball, but denying she's his daughter? Pretty low."<br><br>He turned to look at Jackie-D, and wasn't disappointed when he did. She looked sexy enough straight out of her bath, but the mask was a great touch.<br><br>"Was just telling her she's gonna need to make herself useful until we give him another chance to pay up." He grinned to Jackie-D. "Maybe her dress will be her first payment. What do you think, is it your style?" <br><br>Regardless of Jackie's answer, this bitch didn't need the dress, not the top at least. His hand reached into the top of her red dress and moved her breast from the confines of the dress, and then the other. "See? Making herself more useful already. What a team player."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>10-05-2015, 19:57:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h455/juanitasub/1253365694535.jpg)</div>Jasmine seen a flash of light as the door to the room opened. She arched her head back straining to see who had entered. It was a woman and she could see that she was wearing a gold mask that hid her face. Then she looked back at the man. Looking closer at his face she could tell even in the dim light that he was wearing a mask too. <br><br>Jasmine twisted onto her side to get a better look at the woman. She tossed her head trying to get her hair out of the way as much as she could. An unintended consequence of this was, that as she arched her back and pulled her head back trying to see her better, was that Jasmine's breasts, glistening with sweat, were more prominently displayed.<br><br>Jasmine was surprised to see that she was nude except for her mask. "You're...you're naked!" she exclaimed. Jasmine said that not to inform the woman of her state of undress, but out of shock at seeing her this way.<br><br>Jasmine listen to the man speak. She shook her head no saying, "I am not some rich man's daughter, I told you my dad just owns a small family farm."<br><br>Jasmine was frustrated that they didn't believe her and that the man repeated his words about Jasmine making herself useful. But this time he added that her red dress might be her "first payment, and asked the woman if she liked it."<br><br>Before the woman could answer him he grabbed the zipper on the front of her dress and yanked it downward, exposing her black lacey bra. It had a front clasp because Jasmine was hoping to meet some cute guy at the club, and this would allow him easy access to her ample breasts. He smiled as he seen the front clasp, and his fingers went for it. "Please don't do this to me. My dad will pay the ransom...just make the amount...reasonable for him." Jasmine had lifted her head off the bed to watch him as his fingers went to the front of her bra.<br><br>Jasmine let out a gasp and said "nnnnoooooooooo" as he unclasped the bra, and moved the cups out of the way to expose her breasts. It was frustrating to Jasmine that she could do nothing to stop him and that she would remain this way as long as he desired.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>12-05-2015, 04:38:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media.portable.tv/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/Picture-51-620x346.png)</div><br>Wait? What? <br><br>Daddy was playing coy? Oh no no no no, Jackie felt a deep pit of dark uncertainty unfurl in her belly. This was supposed to be an easy gig. One that would leave them in the black for the rest of their lives. <br><br>She could feel the anger radiating from Marc and it sparked when he grabbed her face, pushing her cheek onto her teeth. As it continued to erupt she couldn’t help feel the spike of arousal. A mad Marc was at thing of primal beauty. Poor girl didn’t know what she was in for. <br><br>Still the root of it could be disastrous. All that time, all that planning, all those hopes could just be washed down the drain. Or could be that Daddy loved his money more than his daughter. <br><br>In the swirling rush of emotions and drugs Jackie reacted the only way her body would allow. <br><br>She laughed. <br><br>She continued to laugh when Marc offered her the bitches dress. Not that she would be caught dead in something with a zipper in the front. She wasn’t desperate. Though it did help Marc as he realized tits that looked like they could hold a gallon of milk. <br><br>“We should milk her,” she told him with a giggle, “See if we could sell her by the pint. Hell, bet it would even be organic.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>13-05-2015, 02:15:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h455/juanitasub/1253365694535.jpg)</div> Jasmine was nervous and was hoping that the woman would empathize with her. After all she was a female too. Jasmine knew her options of escape were between slim and none, and this woman might provide her best chance. She might need it, especially if they insisted her father pay some ridiculous ransom he couldn't afford. <br><br>That was hearing the woman laugh made Jasmine's heart sink. Did she think being restrained and being held hostage was funny?!? Jasmine looked over at her wondering what she could say to her that would change her mind.<br><br>Before she could say anything the woman suggested that Jasmine be milked! Jasmine flashed back to when her breasts first started developing. It happened earlier than the other girls in her class at school. One of the boys would make a mooing sound when he seen her walking to school. Now they wanted to treat her as if she was a cow!<br><br>Jasmine looked at the women wide eyed and said, "Nooooo, please I am not some....farm animal on my father's farm. I don't want to be milked. I don't have any milk anyway. Please just take what my father can afford to pay and release me. I've told you he isn't rich. I am not trying to BS you. It's the truth...I swear it....You gotta believe me!"<br><br>Jasmine didn't know if they would believe her or not. But all she had now to help her was her own words. She tried not to think what might happen to her if they didn't believe her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>16-05-2015, 06:10:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://distractionsink.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/reno1-227x350.jpg)</div> Marc snickered at Jackie's comment about milking her. His rage had cooled to where he no longer needed to yell to vent his frustrations. Jackie-D made his anger less blinding, so that he could take in the sights. Sights such as this pretty little morsel tied up for their convenience.<br><br>He groped Jasmine's tits more firmly. "Locally Sourced." He replied, pinching her left nipple in between the middle digits of his fingers as he squeezed.<br><br>"Well, we'll be here at least a night longer thanks to <em>somebody's </em>stubbornness." He patted her right breast after a firm grip. "How should we occupy ourselves with our new source of entertainment? Considering how slow our internet is way out here, you're practically our <em>only</em> source of entertainment."<br><br>Damn, he was getting hard. He needed to calm down, or else he might take it too far and rough her up for the photos. If they didn't keep her looking unharmed, any cops the bitch's dad&nbsp; would call wouldn't negotiate as easily.<br><br><em>But the she's also gotta be taught a lesson. We can't sit on our thumbs too long.<br><br></em>"Katie here's our new toy!" He said with mirthful enthusiasm to Jackie. He gripped Jasmine's hair under head and turned her face to look at Jackie D. "Katie, meet your new owner. I own you too, but look at that body." He blew Jackie D a kiss while letting go of Jasmine's hair. "Do you think I'll deny her anything she wants? She's your owner." He repeated.<br><br>"Goddamn, babe, you look all clean. Makes me want to get you less clean." He said to Jackie, looking her up and down and basically eye-fucking her through his mask. "But I can resist if you'd rather play with our new toy. Or maybe I should go get clean like you while you introduce yourself to Katie."<br><br>He didn't strictly need a shower, but leaving Katie alone with Jackie D would scare the lies out of their hostage real fast quick.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>20-05-2015, 00:38:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h455/juanitasub/1253365694535.jpg)</div> Jasmine turned her attention back to the man who was squeezing and fondling her breasts. She winced hearing that they planned to keep her for another day, and that Jasmine would be providing their entertainment. <br><br>He never said exactly what the entertainment would be, but Jasmine doubted that she would be singing songs tonight to entertain them. Judging from the bulge in the man's pant, Jasmine knew he had other plans for Jasmine. She could only wonder when he planned to do this. She knew most guys didn't like to wait, but he seemed in no hurry. Perhaps it was just because he wanted to enjoy the power he had over Jasmine now, or maybe he just wanted to think about it more before he enjoyed her.<br><br>But what happened next surprised Jasmine. He told the woman that Jasmine was their new "toy" and then grabbed Jasmine's head and forced her to look at the woman. Then he said how she, along with him, were her owners. Jasmine was in so much shock that all she could manage to say was, "Yes, she has a great body...she is very beautiful."<br><br>Jasmine gulped twice when he asked the woman if she would like to play with their "toy". Jasmine was truly terrified now. She had never so much as kissed a woman before, and now she was supposed to entertain her as her personal plaything. Jasmine's words came out in spurts now, "I never...I can't...please don't do this...just wait for ransom....please Mister." She wasn't sure if her words had any effect, but she would soon find out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>23-05-2015, 03:36:10</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.trendhunterstatic.com/thumbs/style-noir-for-vogue-italia.jpeg)</div><br>While the pot and bourbon was making her loose and happy, it didn’t assist her judgement. <br><br>“Too bad we don’t have a machine,” she continued with a snicker. “Bet those nipples would get nice and fat. Make her moo in no time.”<br><br>When Mark blew her a kiss, she did as well in return, ending it by running her tongue over her fingers.&nbsp; <br><br>How to entertain themselves with their new toy? Their normal course of action would be to have her choke on Marcs cock while Jackie had four fingers up the slut’s cunt while she whispered what a dirty whore she was. Whether the girl in question was willing or not didn't much matter. <br><br><em>“"Nooooo, please I am not some....farm animal on my father's farm. I don't want to be milked. I don't have any milk anyway. Please just take what my father can afford to pay and release me. I've told you he isn't rich. I am not trying to BS you. It's the truth...I swear it....You gotta believe me!"<br></em><br>Unwilling then. <br><br>“You’re not? Could have fooled me. Look at those udders. Bet you could feed an army.” <br><br><em>"Goddamn, babe, you look all clean. Makes me want to get you less clean."</em><br><br>She looked back to Marc and leered. <br><br>“Go wash up, you bad bad boy. Come join us when you’re done.” <br><br>Her pronouncement made, she sashayed to Jasmine and crawled up her length, stopping in to look her in the eyes. Her breasts swaying against the aforementioned udders, the nipples just brushing. She settled her hands just over Jasmines shoulders and sank a thigh between her legs, nudging them apart and hitching up her dress. <br><br>“We need some girl time,” she told Marc, her eyes never leaving Jasmine’s as she spit in her face. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>23-05-2015, 07:33:53</strong>
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				He stood to leave Jackie to her new toy. He stood to watch his raven-haired fox climb up their captive and get up close and personal. His cock was uncomfortably hard in his jeans at the whole situation. He snickered when Jackie spit in Jasmine's face. <br><br>"Wouldn't stand din the way of that." He did grab Jackie-D's ass firmly, giving it sharp yet affectionate slap, before turning and walking out the door. "Fastest shower ever." He muttered audibly before he made it into the bathroom.<br><br>He found the remnants of Jackie's joint. With the small amount left he knew that Jasmine would be in for a <em>treat</em>. He re-lit what was left, which was plenty enough. He took a drag and a half, but let it out nice and slow. He wanted to get imaginative, not mellow.&nbsp; He drained the bath water and ran a hot shower from the cabin's antiquated but effective shower head.<br><br>"Are you playing nice?" He called in from the shower, keeping to his word of taking the fastest shower ever in want of returning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>28-05-2015, 04:26:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h455/juanitasub/1253365694535.jpg)</div> Jasmine had let out a loud&nbsp; gasp when the woman hinted that she would love to hook Jasmine up to a milking machine. Jasmine knew what those were like, as her family had them on their family farm, and the thought of one of those machines attached to her large breasts drew a look of horror to her face.<br><br>When the woman told the man to go get washed up Jasmine was momentarily relieved. She had seen the large bulge in his pants and knew that he was quite aroused. Hopefully the shower he was planning to take would be a cold one! Unfortunately, knew the sight of two women here showing a lot of skin would soon arouse him again. This might be her big chance to escape while he was gone for a while.<br><br>There was just one problem, Jasmine wrists and ankles were still wrapped in tape and secured to the bed. So all she could manage to do is lift her head up to watch as the woman walked slowly over to the bed. Jasmine could see the way she was looking her over, enjoying watch her squirm on the bed. It was like she was a cat, and Jasmine was her prey, a helpless mouse.<br><br>She even moved cat-like as she got up on the bed and crawled towards Jasmine. Jasmine watched silently as she moved above her, her breasts swaying side to side, until she was directly above her. Jasmine tried to push herself into the bed as the woman lowered herself. She could feel their breasts touching. Jasmine trembled in fear as the woman just looked at her. Then she pushed her leg between Jasmine's. It caused her dress to inch up even higher than it already had from her wiggling on the bed. Her dress just barely covered her black lacy panties now.<br><br>When the woman spoke to the man about needing some "girl time" alone with Jasmine, she gasped loudly and replied, "Noooo...I can't....I never done anything....". That was when the women spit on her forehead, the saliva slowly flowing into her hair. Jasmine was speechless now, and probably appeared to her much like a trapped mouse did to a cat. Jasmine closed her eyes afraid to watch her now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>29-05-2015, 13:32:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.trendhunterstatic.com/thumbs/style-noir-for-vogue-italia.jpeg)</div><br>“Open,” she commanded, tapping Jasmine on the nose. She then filled what little space remained between them and whispered hotly in her ear. <br><br>“You don’t get to pretend your somewhere else baby. This is what’s happening, right here, right now and you don’t get to change the channel.” <br><br>She ground her leg a little higher up, putting more pressure on the girl’s pelvic bone. Just to get her point across. There would be no disappearing into her mind and escaping what was happening to her body. Jackie had no interest in fucking corpses, whether they had a pulse or not. Besides the pleading was the best part. <br><br>“Now open up those pretty blinkers.” <br><br><em>"Are you playing nice?"</em><br><br>She tilted her head at the sound of Marc’s voice, like a dog when it hears its owner. <br><br>“Yeah,” she responded, casually outlining Jasmines face with the point of one crimson nail.<br><br>“We’re playing just fine, aren’t we sugar?” <br><br>It surprised her somewhat when Jasmine said she’d never fucked a girl. Hell, she thought all those bored rich bitches tried eating pussy at least once to pass the time. <br><br>“Just fine,” she repeated, twisting Jasmine’s left nipple between two surprisingly strong knuckles. It wasn’t a quick purple nurple, the kind that her brothers had been so fond of, but rather a slow mechanical twist. <br><br>“You gave my man quite the scare honey,” she told her. She began to work her thigh across the girls nethers, a slow tease over her underwear, nothing too forceful just enough to say hello. Unlike her knuckles which continued their agonizing function, turning Jasmine’s soft flesh in on itself and upside-down. <br><br>“But we’re going to get this straightened out, aren’t we?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>31-05-2015, 20:00:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h455/juanitasub/1253365694535.jpg)</div> Jasmine felt the woman tapping on her nose and then felt the woman's breath on her ear. Her lips brushing against Jasmine's earlobe as she spoke. Then to emphasize that she was in control now, she ground her leg deeper between Jasmine's thighs.<br><br>Jasmine's eyes fluttered open. She couldn't see that well, as the woman's hair hung down above her, forming a curtain of hair around Jasmine's face. But she could tell that the woman was watching her intently.<br><br>Just then the man's voice sliced through the silence, asking if they were playing nice. Then the woman asked Jasmine about their play. Jasmine hesitated before responding, wanting to say what she really thought, but knowing if she did there was no telling how this woman would react. Jasmine wanted to see the sun come up again in the morning so slowly replied, "Yes...we are... just fine."<br><br>Apparently the woman didn't care for Jasmine response as firmly grabbed her left nipple and began to slowly twist it. She continued to speak to Jasmine as she did this.<br><br>Jasmine grimaced as her assault continued. Jasmine mind raced trying to think of what to do. Then Jasmine spoke, "Really it is fine...owwwhh...my nipple is sensitive...you don't need to twist it like that...it hurts so much...please this is all new to me...can I have a drink or two...help me relax...............yes, we will straighten everything out."<br><br>Jasmine looked up at her. Hopefully she would let her up to have a drink. If not Jasmine knew the man would soon return, and that she would have a night she would long remember. She knew her chances of escaping were slim, but if they kept her restrained on the bed, even that slim chance would disappear. All Jasmine could do now is wait and see.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>06-06-2015, 05:01:36</strong>
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				Marc wasted no time, but didn't rush either. After all, what better way to enjoy his vengeance if not on someone who's been tenderized by Jackie D.<br><br>All the same, it had to end sometime. After getting his body clean and christened for deployment, he turned off the shower water with a methodical twist.<br><br>He called. "Those are the kinds of sounds a guy could jerk off to. If I didn't have better plans."<br><br>When Marc stepped into the room, his dark thin mask re-applied over his face. His towel hung around his mostly-dry hips, but not out of any sense of modesty. More in the way a present is wrapped.<br><br>"Oh, don't let me interrupt." <br><br>He gave that subtly coy smirk he new Jackie-D enjoyed. The bitch, though, would learn to fear it. He half expected Jackie-D to confess that their new pet had already confessed, and had told Jackie what they wanted to hear. It was too late to prevent what justice was going to be delivered to her, though.<br><br>When he finally learned that Jasmine hadn't begged to call her father back, he was surprised; and angered. Disappointed, but let's be real, not <em>too</em> disappointed.<br><br>He walked toward the bed, his short nails sliding up the back of Jackie's ankle, calf, leg and ass. God damn, he wanted her. Wanted to mussy up that raven hair while doing something kinky with her. He needed to test his mettle against that spirited minx.<br><br>There was business to attend to, though.<br><br>"So glad you're becoming fast friends." His cock was already growing again, and the towel around him didn't hide much at all. His cock slowly growing was just as tortuously tugging at the fold of the towel, too.<br><br>"How should we play with our new toy?" He said it musingly, as though asking where they should and a painting.<br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>17-06-2015, 23:17:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media.portable.tv/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/Picture-51-620x346.png)</div><br>“Our new toy wants a drink,” Jackie purred, presenting her fine backside to Marc like a cat in heat. She threw her drying black curls over her shoulder and batted her sultry lashes. <br><br>“Wanna go make us something? There’s still some bourbon left and some cherries. I wouldn’t say no to a Manhattan.”<br><br>She hoped he would get the message: just give me one more minute baby and I’ll make it real good for you. <br><br>Looking back to Jasmine she smoothed back the spit soaked curls at her forehead. <br><br>“Listen sugar,” she began, “He’s my man but I ain’t gonna lie, he’s got a mean streak a mile wide. If you ain’t gunna give up the goods about your daddy and his money, you might want to make the evening interesting for him.”<br><br>She ground her leg harder into the blonde’s pelvic bone, hoping for the second time in so many minutes that someone would get the idea. Jackie did hate having to explain herself. <br><br>“Otherwise he’ll get bored and come up with other ways to entertain himself.”<br><br>Her eyes ghosted over her side and a particularly nasty looking scar. Jasmine didn’t need to know that the while the scar did in fact come from domestic abuse, it was her from her soon to be ex-husband and not Marc. <br><br>“So what do you say Darlin’? Think you could muster up some enthusiasm?” She tilted her head to the side and smiled, one whose sweetness offended. <br>“Or, you could just tell me about your Daddy now.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>18-06-2015, 03:14:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h455/juanitasub/1253365694535.jpg)</div> Jasmine wriggled underneath the woman, trying to get out from under her but knowing it was not probably not going to happen but having the want and the need to try anyway. She was become quite scared of this couple and as glad when she heard she could have a drink.<br><br>As the woman spoke to her, Jasmine felt her situation go from bad to worse. She was saying either tell us about your father or you need to make the man enjoy raping you or suffer the consequences. Jasmine had a girlfriend who got beat up by her ex boyfriend and she seen the way she looked at the hospital so she didn't want that to happen to her. Jasmine also didn't want to have to "entertain" someone who was using her against her will. Then there was also the problem that there was nothing she could tell them about her father that they wouldn't think is a lie, because none of the truth match their ideas about him.<br><br>Jasmine felt tears start streaming down her face. She struggled for words to say, "I...I'd tell you everything if there was something you wanted to know. But he's just a farmer, a small farmer too. Just got a little farm but he's happy but poor. I don't know what I can say. I don't wanna be raped. Please I beg of you, don't let him do this to me. I'll do anything, just don't let him fuck me like this!"<br><br>Jasmine closed her eyes. She didn't want to see the woman or the man. She just wanted out of here, some how, some way!
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>22-06-2015, 08:44:07</strong>
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				Marc's eyes lingered over Jackie's form, and her dominating stance over her new toy. <br><br>"I'll make it nice and sweet for you." He said in jest to Jackie. One of Marc's best talents was quick learning, so long as it was hands-on and not by instructions. To that end, his making Jackie's drinks just how she liked them. Though he wasn't the type to verbalize his feelings to anyone, even Jackie-D, the effort he put into learning what she liked and how she liked it was his own version of a lovers' sonnet.<br><br>He set to work on her Manhattan. He liked that she drank bourbon, his own favorite as well, though he didn't usually go through the comparable effort for his simple bourbon on the rocks.<br><br>The small puff he'd taken of her joint had him feeling a bit creative. He had a great opportunity for fun with Jackie getting along so swimmingly with the little slut tied to the bed. What kind of games should they play?
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>01-07-2015, 00:17:40</strong>
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				floatleft](http://cdn.trendhunterstatic.com/thumbs/style-noir-for-vogue-italia.jpeg)[/floatleft]<br><br><em>"I...I'd tell you everything if there was something you wanted to know. But he's just a farmer, a small farmer too. Just got a little farm but he's happy but poor. I don't know what I can say. I don't wanna be raped. Please I beg of you, don't let him do this to me. I'll do anything, just don't let him fuck me like this!"</em><br><br>Once her captive had once again shut out the world, against orders, Jackie rolled her eyes. If there was something she couldn’t stand it was crybabies, constantly whining and making her feel like blood was gushing from her ears. <br><br>She’d probably have gone easier on her if she had attempted to seduce, it wouldn’t have worked but at least it would have been entertaining. <br><br>“Shhh,” she comforted, “Hey, hey. Shh honey. You do right by us and nothing bad is going to happen to you. Just start playing straight with us and we’ll play straight with you.”<br><br>Jackie even went as far as brushing the hair from Jasmine’s face and stroking her thumb under her eyes. Her fingers stopped then and applied just enough pressure to trigger her pain receptors. Make her feel the threat of eyes about to be gouged. <br><br>“Or you could keep fucking with us, cause we’re going to have a great time fucking with you.” With that she leaned down and pressed a long and lingering kiss against Jasmine’s resistant mouth. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>16-07-2015, 18:49:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h455/juanitasub/1253365694535.jpg)</div>Jasmine was still hoping that she could get the woman to help her, even though that didn't seem very likely now. At least she seemed a little kind towards her.<br><br>Then she felt the woman's fingernail near her eyes and she realized that she also had a no nonsense attitude. In reply to her words Jasmine meekly replied, "I not going to...to mess with you." <br><br>Jasmine's words were cut short by her kiss. Jasmine resisted at first, not wanting the woman's advances toward her. Then she realized that without the woman's possible help, Jasmine would be in a worse situation than she already was in, especially when her father couldn't afford to pay much of a ransom for her. So Jasmine parted her lips, allowing the woman's tongue to probe her mouth and swirl around her tongue. After a few moments, Jasmine even returned the kiss, rubbing her tongue against the woman's tongue as she held Jasmine lips tightly against hers with her hand. Jasmine closed her eyes and tried to forget her situation and just enjoy the kiss. It was the only way she could get through this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>18-07-2015, 03:52:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2010/04/23/article-0-0940346C000005DC-510_233x353.jpg)</div>Marc found himself whistling, softly but with practiced tone. He almost stopped when he realized he was doing so, but finished the song in spite of himself as he walked back toward the room where he'd left Jackie and her new toy.&nbsp; When not in enemy territory, whistling was one of the only things you could do when walking great distances in the desert, and many of his former division would often whistle without thinking about it.<br><br>Marc shook up the bourbon and bitters and vermouth amongst the ice, between two glasses. He tossed a second and a third cherry into Jackie's drink. She knew he'd eat the liquor soaked maraschinos if she wasn't feeling up for them, so he always added at least one more.<br><br>He spent less time on their hostage's drink. A sloppier version of Jackie's Manhattan, sweeter, if Jackie's description of what she was drinking at the club could be believed. An Appletini? This broad deserved what she had coming to her. He often thought about being a bartender, but he worried to much about punching one of his patrons. No the service sector was not for him, that was clear.<br><br>He looked at what would be Jasmine's drink, considering something.&nbsp; He turned and walked back to one of the duffel bags they'd brought in. He reached in and brought out a very small box. He walked back to the counter where the drinks were. He pulled out a small, thin pill from the box, broke it in half, broke it in half again as much as he could, and then dropped it into the drink. He stirred it up with his finger, and then washed it. He put no cherries into their pet's drink.<br><br><em>Katie's gonna pay her due. One way or the other.</em><br><br>He'd already taken a long sip of his own bourbon on the rocks as he made his way back into the room he'd left them. His towel-draped body appeared in the doorway, and was very intrigued by what he saw. He knew that Jackie would take control of the situation, but it was nevertheless thrilling to see in person. He didn't say anything, just walked over and put the three glasses down on a dresser. He leaned against it, looking to them, ready to proffer out the drinks when they were finished.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>23-07-2015, 02:43:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://plfoto.com/zdjecia_new2/1590607.jpg)</div><br>Jackie purred when a hesitant tongue shyly greeted her own. Turns out there was some spunk in their captive after all. She liked it when they fought back, whether their weapons were sweet or sour. <br><br>She came up for air with a grin and tapped Jasmines nose. <br><br>“My my, what would Daddy think of you now?” <br><br>Jackie picked up her drink and swirled the elixir around her tongue, sending a wink to Marc. <br><br>“Perfect as always baby.” <br><br>She picked up Jasmines drink as she waited for Marcs next move, swishing the drink about the glass. <br><br>“Open up Sugar,” She sneered, gripping her nose tightly so she would open her mouth. Once she was out of air Jackie poured the entire glass down her throat and slammed her mouth shut. <br><br>“Wouldn’t it be a pity if I caught her tongue?” She asked Marc. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>23-07-2015, 07:30:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h455/juanitasub/1253365694535.jpg)</div> Jasmine didn't like kissing this woman but she figured that the man might get turned on by two women kissing. Judging by the way he was holding the towel up in the air without using his hands he was already quite aroused, but perhaps now he would want to have sex with Jasmine. This would be her big opportunity to ask to get untied to allow her to help him enjoy it more. But a cold shower would be all he would enjoy once Jasmine bolted for the door and ran to safety. It was risky, but staying under the control of these two was riskier.<br><br>Jasmine blushed a deep red when asked what her father would say about Jasmine kissing another woman. Then Jasmine became worried when she seen the woman holding a drink for her. Were they going to get her drunk before she has sex with the man? That would ruin Jasmine's escape plan. So she held her breath as the woman brought the drink towards Jasmine. "Nooooo" Jasmine said through clenched lips. But the woman just held Jasmine's nose shut until she had to gasp for air, and then giggled as she poured it into her mouth. Before she could protest the woman shut her mouth closed roughly. Jasmine managed to blurt out, "Please I am not much of a drinker. I can give you better sex mister if I don't drink too..." Her words were cut short by the woman grabbing her jaw again and telling her to be quiet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>26-07-2015, 07:02:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.freequency.it/imgbank/articoli/caviezel-prisoner-1.jpg)</div>Marc'd had a quick, clean and profitable plan. He should have known better from his experience with war: 'plan' was just a fancy word for "exactly how it won't turn out". Now it was going to be slow, dirty, and barely break even. So he was going to eek out all the fringe benefits he could possibly squeeze out of this job.<br><br>"How contentious. She's letting us in on how she can give better sex."<br><br>He pounded the rest of his bourbon and tossed the glass onto the dresser. It landed with a <em>thwonk</em> and wobble, coming the noise ceasing in a silence that was more poignant than any yelling he could have done.<br><br>"I think we'll be the judge on how you can give us what we want."<br><br>He untied the towel and let it drop to the ground. e was a finely chiseled man, and his cock told the story of what he thought of the sight of her tied up with Jackie straddling her. He'd taken something off the towel first though. A knife attached to the back of it by the belt hitch. He flipped open the blade, letting the minimal light catch it. The knife swung outward, lightning fast. He'd cut the portion of the twisted duct tape that connected her tped wrists to the bed.<br><br>"This bitch is going to learn her place. On her knees."<br><br>He gripped her hair roughly, and with Jackie's able assistance got Jasmine off the bed and onto the floor before where Marc stood. "Seems like you're going to be giving up the 'better' sex no matter what."<br><br>He grabbed Jackie by her blonde hair again, and made her look up. His other hand grasped the base of his hardening cock, and slapped her cheek with the weight of it's notable length.<br><br>"Think she's much of a dick sucker, baby?" He asked Jackie. His eyes lingered on her, as though she was the only naked woman int he room. Goddamn, he just wanted to fuck Jackie like the wild dog he was. But this dumb whore needed to learn her lesson. And he and Jackie, well: they were just the instructors for the job.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>26-07-2015, 07:31:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/78/78/ff/7878ff527abd740e57338433ccc6bb21.jpg)</div><br>Jackie knew that Marc’s patience wouldn’t last. He was already naked and hard, hell there wasn’t any more of a prologue needed than that. <br><br>So when he had her disembark from Jasmine’s shaking, prone form she knew what was coming. She didn’t feel like sharing with the class though. Instead she helped Marc manhandle the girl into a kneeling position, let her fingers trace her hipbone to the apex of her sex as she watched him slap their captive with his magnificent cock. <br><br>Jackie loved his cock. It wasn’t that it was large or attached to him, rather it was perfect in shape and size. Even prettier than her dildo. <br><br><em>"Think she's much of a dick sucker, baby?"</em><br><br>“Why don’t you find out sugar?” She responded, smirking at their newest victim. Her chest pounding all the way to cunt at the thought of that stuck up bitch suffocating on her man’s glory. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>26-07-2015, 20:18:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h455/juanitasub/1253365694535.jpg)</div> Jasmine was taken a bit by surprise that Marc didn't jump on her offer of great sex. Instead he wanted to do things the way he wanted to do it.<br><br>Jasmine watched nervously as Marc dropped his towel to reveal an impressive dick. <br><br>Then he opened a knife. Jasmine could see the sharp edge sparkle in the dim light. Then in a flash he sliced through the duct tape that was restraining Jasmine to the bed. He tossed the knife to the side and wrapped his fingers into Jasmine's hair. At the same time Jackie grabbed her ankles and they began to pull her off the bed. Jasmine managed to stand next to the bed, and thought for a moment that she might be able to escape. Then Jackie swung her leg at the back of Jasmine's knees causing Jasmine to fall hard to the floor on her knees. Without wasting any time to allow her the chance to get up Jackie got down beside&nbsp; using her arms to keep Jasmine's arms behind her. With Marc's hand in her hair, Jasmine knew that she wasn't going anywhere.<br><br>She tilted her head up to look at Marc after he slapped her face with his dick and they discussed her oral skills. What bravado she had before had drained out of her. She knew, for the moment anyway, that she wasn't going to escape. She spoke nervously, "I...I not that good....with my mouth...that's why I thought you'd just want to just fuck me...but I can do my best with my mouth...if you'd rather do it that way."<br><br>She watched him carefully hoping he would change his mind as she felt Jackie tighten her grip on her arms.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>27-07-2015, 19:13:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.freequency.it/imgbank/articoli/caviezel-prisoner-1.jpg)</div>"How modest of you." Marc rubbed his pulsing bulbous head at her cheeks, over her forehead and slapped her other cheek. "But we can't have our new toy lacking the skillsets we need."<br><br><em>"...but I can do my best with my mouth...if you'd rather-."</em><br><br>Before she could finish her sentence, he pushed his cock between her lips, and didn't stop there. With his hands at the back of her head, he kept her head pulled so that his cock was all the way at the back of her mouth. He couldn't help but grunt with pleasure at the sensation, especially when he felt the resistance of the entrance to her throat.<br><br>"Well since you asked so nicely for it. What a good pet." He kept her head restrained at that level, reveling at her reaction. "I don't buy the false humbleness. This slutty little mouth of yours has to have seen some dicks in it."<br><br>He withdrew his cock only by a few inches to rub his tip along the inside of her cheek, making it bulge over and over as he poked at the velvety wetness.<br><br>"We're gonna need to train that throat of yours, though." He said just before he pulled her head to him and pushed his cock forward. His tip pushed through her tight throat entrance, and he gripped her hair with the blissful rush of her expression.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>28-07-2015, 16:37:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly82d4uzp81qa0b1ao1_500.png)</div><br>Jackie watched with childlike glee as Marc forced a meeting between Jasmine’s tonsils and his prick. She grinned up at him, while she wrapped a hand around Jasmine’s throat to see if she could feel the bulge. <br><br>“Why would we want that used pussy of yours baby?” She asked their captive, before she savagely nipped the end of her jaw. “I’ve seen your scandals in the fashion mags. Not as bad Paris or Kim maybe but you still let anything in Armani screw you. Not that I can blame you, they do a nice cut.”<br><br>She winked up at Marc. <br>&nbsp;<br>“Once Daddy pays up, we’ll get you fitted.”<br><br>Jasmine was seizing under her fingers. It was amazing all the stages that the human body went through when it was being denied air. She wondered how long before she started crying. <br><br>Marc pulled back out and Jasmine sucked in breath, Jackie nuzzled her. <br><br>“What a good girl, you’re doing so well,” She hissed mockingly, “Not as good as me, but I can unhinge my jaw like a snake.” <br><br><em>"We're gonna need to train that throat of yours, though."</em><br><br>Jackie arched a brow and released Jasmine’s hands, the bitch wasn’t going anywhere if she knew what was good for her and she was digging her knees into the backs of Jasmine’s. With her newly freed hands she hooked her fingers in the corners of Jasmine’s cheeks and pulled wide. <br><br>“That help Lover?” She asked, but it up to them to whom it was addressed. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>31-07-2015, 05:59:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h455/juanitasub/1253365694535.jpg)</div> Jasmine didn't like the way Marc was slapping her with his dick. She felt it was degrading to her. Then without warning he shoved it deep into her throat. She had to fight back the urge to gag. Jasmine could also feel Jackie's hands on her throat, further cutting off her air. She seemed almost nonchalant about it as she spoke of getting Jasmine fitted and needing lots of practice. Jasmine wasn't sure she would even survive the day. <br><br>Then Marc pulled back a little, which Jasmine was grateful for as she sucked some much needed air into her lungs. She looked up at Marc but he seemed unconcerned about her. He showed that a few seconds later as he pushed deep withing her mouth again. <br><br>Jasmine's head was dizzy from insufficient oxygen, but she could feel her hands being freed. Running off was not an option now, even if she could get free of the two of them because she wouldn't be able to run very far if at all at the moment. Then she felt her mouth being opened comically wide. Jasmine could only endure their torment and hoped they tired of abusing her soon. Unfortunately for her that didn't seem to be happening yet.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>04-08-2015, 06:33:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><em>(http://www.freequency.it/imgbank/articoli/caviezel-prisoner-1.jpg)</em></div><em>“That help Lover?”<br><br></em>"What an improvement." Marc said with a mirthful smirk, taking advantage of Jasmine's forcefully opened mouth. He gave a sudden grunting exhale of pleasure at the sensation when the tip of his cock pushed into her throat. The feeling was matched only by the sight of Jackie tormenting their new pet.<br><br>Marc's hips all but moved on their own, pushing his cock forward into that tight, hot, near-gagging throat. It was so tight that it resisted him at every push so he could only get an inch or so within it. Despite the blissful feeling of this untrained throat, he'd tame it before this night was done.<br><br>He withdrew his cock again, saliva connecting his tip to Jasmines reddening lips, feeling his cock flex at every struggling breath she made. His right hand stayed firmly along Jasmine's head, and he her toward him again as his hips thrust forward to push his pulsing rod again into her wet velvety throat.<br><br>While his right hand was forceful, unyielding and merciless at the back of Jasmine's head, his left reached down to touch Jackie's cheek almost tenderly. His nails caressed across her scalp and he gave it a possessive grip the way he knew she liked.<br><br>"You're doing such a great job." He was looking at Jackie when he said it. "Now make this tabloid-cover-slut take every inch of my cock."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>04-08-2015, 23:26:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.trendhunterstatic.com/thumbs/style-noir-for-vogue-italia.jpeg)</div><br>If another man did half the things that Marc did she would have slit their throat while they slept. But there was something about Marc, the power and assurance that radiated from him that made her lap up his praise like cream. <br><br>He was the only she had ever met that could truly hold her. It was why she was never jealous sharing him. The blonde under her fingers was nothing more than a toy. Who would want a pussy cat after he had tamed a tiger? <br><br>“You too sugar,” she told him, pulling wider at Jasmine’s lips. <br><br>“Now Darlin,” she drawled in their captive’s ear, “Whether you’re ready or not, he’s going to ease everything he’s got down that throat of yours.” <br><br>Jackie-D kissed their captives cheek then, as if to comfort her. <br><br>“My advice would be to hum,” she gave her a demonstration then, something similar to throat singing, “It’ll relax all those muscles and the vibrations will go right to his head.”<br><br>Her hands released her lips then, guiding themselves slowly over her bulging throat, down her breasts before resting above the apex of her sex.<br><br>“And I’ll take your mind off his cock,” she promised as she slowly began to encircle the blondes clit. It was uninterested in the proceedings, for now. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>09-08-2015, 04:17:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h455/juanitasub/1253365694535.jpg)</div> Jasmine was too terrified to move. She thought she would be choking on his cock as the woman tried to get her to relax. She tried to hum, but was too frightened to do it very well. Jasmine knew she had better perform well tonight. They didn't seem to care about her lack of experience in the past, only about her doing well now.<br><br>Jasmine looked up at him as he pushed into her again. She knew that they regarded her as just a toy to use. She could only hope that her father could somehow get her nightmare over.<br><br>Jasmine found it hard to think much as Jackie's hands made their way down her body. They found their way to her breasts, toying with her nipples. Then down her stomach in long graceful arcs. Jasmine knew they were headed a bit lower. Then they began to just circle her clit, coming close at times and then moving away. She seemed to be doing this to let Jasmine know that they were in control now. They would decide when her sex would be used. Despite her perilous situation it was in a strange way exciting for Jasmine. She could n;t really think about that now, she had to focus on making Marc happy by sucking him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>14-08-2015, 07:01:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.freequency.it/imgbank/articoli/caviezel-prisoner-1.jpg)</div>What an incredible rush; what sheer pinnacle of pleasure. His muse of lust, teasing and encouraging someone who'd wronged him. Plus, his victim had an incredible mouth and a tractable demeanor. It would be an amazing night.<br><br>"Oh, yeah. She's right, humming makes it all feel better." He said it encouragingly as though he meant better for her. Then he grunted when his hips pulled back a bit, withdrawing his cock from the deeper depths.<br><br>"Close." He said, pointing to the faint line of saliva that marked the end of where her lips had been able to get to. "An admirable effort." He rubbed is wet tip along her equally moist lips, and her chin. "I guess you'd better hum, and get it all the way down next time."<br><br>He didn't make her try again right away. He changed course and took her head in both of his hands. He began pushing his long cock so his tip barely passed her throat entirely, but he moved faster. He fucked her hot mouth at a medium pace, in different manners and angles. He moaned and grunted with pleasure, breathing deeply.<br><br>Then he began to move faster, pushing his cock another few centimeters in with every thrust. Finally, after giving her barely a break in the action at all, for breath or respite, he pulled out again<br><br>"Want me to slow down? Push my cock down your sweet little throat and keep it there."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>19-08-2015, 02:55:08</strong>
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				&nbsp;<br><div class="floatleft">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs39/i/2009/001/d/3/Femme_Fatale_by_SableSinCyr.jpg)</div><br>It was no secret that Jackie liked to watch and watching Marc was one of her favorite pastimes. <br><br>Despite his cruel actions, there was nothing of the bully about him. Nothing as crude as a rough show of force. He was a tempest wrapped in muscle, just a culmination of nature’s wrath. <br><br>She liked thunder storms. So she could be forgiven for doing her own form of a rain dance. The one that ended in their toys fucking up and inheriting the wind. Her fingers once coy and teasing, suddenly found new purpose and she rubbed her knuckle against Jasmine’s clit. <br><br>The girl had been too composed after all. She was doing too well under their tutelage. That would just lead to praise and climax. It was too soon in the night for that. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>20-08-2015, 04:33:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h455/juanitasub/1253365694535.jpg)</div> Jasmine tried to stay composed, even though she was being forced to suck the cock of a man she had never seen until a short time ago. She tried to concentrate on just what she was doing, not thinking too much about how wrong this was. There would be time for that later.<br><br>Jasmine might have succeeded had it not been for Jackie's fingers who started to work their magic on Jasmine's clit.Jasmine was soon squirming as she knelt there. Why did they both have to use her at once? She hummed when Marc asked her to, even though it was difficult now.<br><br>When asked if she wanted Marc to slow down, Jasmine uttered a "Nuuuhhh". Marc had asked the question, but in her state of lust she was responding to both of them. She was starting to feel dizzy now, unknown to Jasmine this was due to the drug she had been given earlier.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>23-08-2015, 21:55:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.freequency.it/imgbank/articoli/caviezel-prisoner-1.jpg)</div>Marc enjoyed the view, a master was at work. Jackie's clever hands were making the rich slut between them wriggle like a landed fish. Jasmine began to humm, and the combined sensation with their toy being pleasured was incredible.<br><br>He pushed the tip of his cock along the inside of Jasmines cheek, smirking:<br><br>"No? You don't want me to slow down? What a proud little slut we have on our hands, baby. Almost arrogant, wouldn't you say?"<br><br>The banter was nesessary. Her tight throat, the speed at which he could fuck it, and the sight before him was a bit much. He wanted to cum, badly. He knew he'd stay rock hard as long as Jackie was within&nbsp; arm's length, she never let a good erection leave her sights until she was good and done with it. All the same, it wasn't time.<br><br>He liked what he saw in Jasmine's pupils. The chemicals were swimming in her brain now, and the oxygen deprivation from his cock being crammed down her throat must have helped speed it along.<br><br>"Only one way to find out." He pulled Jasmine's head forward while he pushed his hips forward. This was certainly the moment Jasmine wanted to avoid by answering in the negative to his question of whether she wanted him to slow down. All the same, this was what was happening. He would get this blonde bimbo's bottom lip to touch his nuts, one way or the other.<br><br>Jasmine's tight throat resisted as it always did, but it relented and slowly his cock inched deeper and deeper. Marc exhaled a long moan as she squirmed from Jackie's delightful machinations. Closer and closer Jasmine's lips crawled toward the very base of his cock as he pushed his long hot manhood down her throat. The distance between his abdomen and her nose squished against it closed by the second, and his full balls yearned to feel her lower lip graze them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>29-08-2015, 08:20:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly82d4uzp81qa0b1ao1_500.png)</div><br>She tried not to make a habit out of laughing at Marc. He didn’t respond to it well. She made an exception tonight. Maybe it was the booze, the stress from the day or because he was close and she knew it. <br><br>“You’re doing so well baby,” she told Jasmine, brushing the girl’s blonde hair away from her face, “He’s close. To think some untalented slag like you could make him cum without even getting to the back of her throat.” <br><br>She then gripped those blonde locks tightly and tilted her head back, making her open her jaw even wider. He wanted to feel those lips on his balls and his wish was her command, Jasmine would do it even if her physique told her it was impossible. <br><br>“Go on darling, try to make it to the finish line before your starter pistol goes off.” She told him with a snicker, “Just make sure you cum on her face, and make her know who she belongs to.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>30-08-2015, 01:39:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h455/juanitasub/1253365694535.jpg)</div>Jasmine was finding it hard to stay up on her own now. It seemed to her as if the room was starting to spin. She was also getting groggy and was afraid she would fall asleep with his cock deep in her mouth. She blinked her eyes as she tried to fight the drowsiness.<br><br>Then she felt his cock slowly plunging deeper into her. The woman behind her made sure that she took every last inch. <br><br>Jasmine's eyes widen though when she heard the woman say to be sure to cum all over her face. Why did they need to do that to her? She hadn't made problems for them, and she found the mere thought of that humiliating.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>04-09-2015, 09:12:35</strong>
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				The pleasure was too much to contain. Jackie's taunting challenge to get what he asked for before he blew his load was not accomplished without extreme effort. This blonde slut's throat was tight, and the sight of Jackie playing with her new pet was amazing.<br><br>Then Jackie tilted the sluts head just right. His cock went from mostly down her throat to her nose bouncing gently against his abdomen in an instant. He all but howled with a groan of pleasure. Jasmine's lips rubbed against his nuts ever so slightly as he felt his cock pulse in her hot mouth.<br><br>"What do you know. You're even more of a cock whore than we thought."<br><br>Jackie, the peach that she was, was holding her head roughly against him. Moving Jasmine's head this way and that, and jostling her head to and fro until Marc took back control of their toy. He fucked her face, holding Jasmine's head and deepthroated her over and over again. Faster and faster he thrust his bulging manhood to and from Jasmine's slutty throat, delighting in the complete dominance over her.<br><br>Soon it was too much. Far too much. While pre-cum had gone straight into Jasmine's mouth, the main even would not be so tidy. Marc's hand hardly needed to wrap around his cock to start cumming immediately. He moaned loudly as the the first hot rope of cum burst against Jasmine's forehead with such fore it splattered a bit before lining down the side of her nose and lips. Then volley after volley of hot white jizz landed on her face and panting mouth before his immense climax finally subsided.<br><br>His cock still loomed before her, not looking particularly phased besides the growing drop of cum at his tip.<br><br>"You look so much more 'right' with my cum all over your face." He said between deep breaths as he loomed over her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>06-09-2015, 03:42:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/78/78/ff/7878ff527abd740e57338433ccc6bb21.jpg)</div><br>The girl was having a hard time staying upright, so Jackie cradled the voluptuous bitch in her arms. Her fingers released their vicious grip on her victims scalp to once again plunder her nether lips. <br><br>“I think you’ve done her in,” she purred as she tried to push a third finger in Jasmine’s cunt. It was resisting and it took her some time and twisting before the blonde’s body gave in to Jackie’s stronger will. <br><br>Marc’s cock was still red and angry, hovering above them like a snake ready to strike, but he was puffing and wouldn’t be ready for round two for some time. <br><br>So rather than asking for her turn she decided to put on a show. <br><br>Pulling out her suctioned fingers with a pop she swirled them in his rapidly cooling release that painted Jasmine’s cheeks, finding the corner of her mouth she snaked them in. <br><br>“Here honey, figured you’d be hungry,” she teased. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>12-09-2015, 00:15:32</strong>
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				Jasmine thought she would need to swallow his juices as he continued using her mouth. He was pounding away at Jasmine. Then he surprised her as he pulled out though and instead used her face for target practice.<br><br>Juices were trickling down her face. Jasmine made an effort to wipe them off with her hand, but only managed to get a little, and smeared the rest when she did it.<br><br>Jasmine head was swaying from side to side now. "Please no more", she said.<br><br>But Jackie had her own plans for the girl. Jasmine was starting to slur her words now, barely able to stay awake, "Pwllllleeesseee nottt imhhh myyy pwussyyyy!" But jackie continued until her third finger made its way inside.<br><br>Then, with a smile she pulled her fingers out. But it was not to honor Jasmine's request. It was to slide them into Jasmine's mouth. Jasmine jerked her head up a bit, in response. Then her head tilted to the side as she was out cold from the drugs they had given her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>25-09-2015, 06:25:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://favimages.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/actor-jim-caviezel-star-face-gallery.jpg)</div>Marc had planned on waking up rich. If all had gone according to plan, Jasmine’s dad would have thrown an obscenely large amount of money at them. Perhaps it would have taken a day for the arrangements to pan out, but he and Jackie-D should have been that much closer to Argentina.<br><br>Instead, he woke up much like he had the day before. Uncertain as to how this day would end. On the plus side, though, last night had been diverting. One way or another he’d be paid for his trouble. Whether it was his enemy’s money or his enemy’s daughter’s body, he’d be recouped for his trouble.<br><br>Jackie and his romp that night had been almost as riotous as their tormenting of Jasmine. Torturing a new plaything always got Jackie riled up, and Marc was nothing if not generous when it came to Jackie’s pleasure. He could still taste her when he reflected on it, and his cock was sore from round two and round two and a half.<br><br>Jackie must have already gotten up, because she wasn’t in bed when Marc awoke. He had a brief panic until he remembered that he and Jackie had re-bound the passed-out Jasmine good and tight last night.<br><br>Finally, Marc rolled out of bed and grabbed a T-shirt and briefs. The quiet of the remote landscape was almost disturbing, though it helped him locate Jackie easily enough. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>26-09-2015, 03:30:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/4f/a7/c3/4fa7c35d9fe67b7d910e554aeaa9eec8.jpg)</div><br>“I think you broke her,” Jackie teased, before letting Jasmine thunk to the floor like a ragdoll.&nbsp; She rose with the grace of a charmed snake and wrapped her arms about Marc’s neck. <br><br>“I deserve some time as the center of attention,” she purred, nipping at his bottom lip. <br><br><hr> <br><br>She awoke with the sun and the birds. Fucking country. <br><br>Before she made coffee she checked the bounds on their captive. She was still sawing logs, either Marc gave her a high dose or she had shit tolerance. <br><br>Jackie wandered into the rustic kitchen and fumbled for the French press. While she ground beans she pondered over their predicament. The bitch’s papa wasn’t paying up and putting quite the kink in their plans. There was a nagging sense of unease that haunted her mind. Something wasn’t right. <br><br>Something about the girl. She didn’t scream socialite and why she was at that plebian club was beyond her. Maybe they weren’t as high on the hog as they thought. <br><br>The guillotine dropped while she was reading the fashion rags, as her beans soaked. It was Milan fashion week and their target was an aspiring designer. <br>It wasn’t often that Jackie let emotions over take her, but now she was frozen like a deer in the headlights, unsure whether she wanted to scream or cry. <br><br>That was how Marc found her. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>27-09-2015, 20:29:44</strong>
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				Jasmine getting secured for the night by Marc<br>(http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h455/juanitasub/red%20898615921-000000009_zpsne5dbywy.jpg)After Marc and Jackie had some fun together, they decided that Jasmine would need to be tied up before they went to bed, to prevent her escape. Jackie took off Jasmine's bra and then rolled her onto her stomach, as Marc went to get some rope and duct tape. Upon his return Marc went to work putting Jasmine in a hog tie, while Jackie taped her fingers together to prevent Jasmine from trying to undo the knots. She also pulled Jasmine's hair back and put it in a pig tail so she could see from her position on the floor. Giggling about having her right where we went her, at our feet, Marc and Jackie headed off to their bedroom.<br><br>Jasmine slept solidly through the night. As the rays of the morning sun reached her on the floor, she woke up, but was still very groggy. She went to get up from the floor, but couldn't pull her arms because they were secured in some manner behind her. A minute later she realized her legs were also useless to her now. The good thing was that her dress was still on, although it hadn't been zipped up in the front. So her big boobs were out and resting underneath her on the carpet. Once she seen that she was not able to go anywhere she mumbled "Oh shit" and laid her head back down on the carpet. Moments later she had fallen asleep again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>03-10-2015, 18:38:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://favimages.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/actor-jim-caviezel-star-face-gallery.jpg)</div><br>"Morning. You have coffee going?" Marc asked as he sauntered into the room. Her insistence on good coffee was among his favorite parts about her.<br><br>Then he saw her expression. Marc knew how much Jackie liked her magazines, but he'd never seen her so focused as when he found her that morning.<br><br>"Did Brad dump Angelina?" He muttered, groggy and grumpy, but trying not to be too uncivil to Jackie for it. It was bad enough he was intentionally mistaking what starlet was with which actor (not that he could keep up if he wanted to), being more of an ass wasn't necessary.<br><br>His mind had been churning most of the night on how they might scrape a profit from this or get their hostage's dad to pay up. Didn't that bimbo have a rich lover?<br><br>"Hey J-Bomb. Doesn't Katie have a loaded boyfriend?" Her expression was still...odd. "Everything okay?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>07-10-2015, 18:59:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/21487260/Velvet_by_darkview_large.jpg)</div><br>Jackie had heard Marc of course, but his voice was a buzzing din that was lost in the tidal wave this information caused. <br><br>“Yeah, she does,” Jackie finally responded, slapping the magazine down on the wooden table. In a huff she marched to the counter in order to pour coffee for both herself and Marc, they would need the caffeine to figure out how to get out of this shit storm. The only thing she was wearing was one of Marc’s button up shirts, the sleeves rolled up to her elbows and the hem barely brushing her bottom. <br><br>She took her time putting together their coffee, trying to figure out she would break the news to Marc. He would be upset and that was never a good way to start the day. <br><br>“He’s with her in Milan this week,” she told him, holding out the coffee to him. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>08-10-2015, 04:57:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h455/juanitasub/1253365694535.jpg)</div>Jasmine heard some voices in the other room. She picked her up from the carpet and looked around. The good news was that they had left Jasmine alone in this room. The bad news was that Marc was very good at tying someone and Jasmine quickly seen that there was no way she was going to get loose. She was still a little groggy and also hungry. Since she knew she wasn't going anywhere on her own, she cried out, "Hello. Could I get some breakfast?" She couldn't tell what was going on but they seemed to be in some sort of discussion. She couldn't make out what they were saying because the walls and closed door were muffling the sound. So she laid her head back down on the carpet and waited.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>16-10-2015, 18:31:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://favimages.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/actor-jim-caviezel-star-face-gallery.jpg)</div> When she marched out of the room after throwing the magazine down, he wondered if she was just frustrated, like he was. There was something strange about her expression though. Had he done something wrong? She wasn't usually the type to act like this though. Jackie'd usually tell him straight up. More often than not he didn't know he'd fucked up, and he'd either apologize or they'd argue briefly, and then they'd fuck it out. So he was slightly concerned when she walked away.<br><br>He followed her, happily taking the coffee. He sipped it as she finally explained.<br><br>At first he didn't register it. "She was supposed to be in Milan? Poor slut." Then Jackie's expression made the numbers click. He'd seen her in the magazine when she'd slapped it down, the heiress of the fortune they were trying to ransom had been photographed in Milan. Jackie was religious with her fashion mags, and that one would be as up to date as they could be.<br><br><em>"Hello. Could I get some breakfast?"</em><br><br>"What!?" His eyes shot open. He spilled some coffee when trying to put it down on the counter. "Who the fuck is that?" He whispered coarsely, pointing. He rubbed his hand at his face. "Oh fuck."&nbsp; Whoever was tied up in the other room had been telling the truth. Her family had no money. This whole operation was a bust.<br><br>The notion to blame Jackie for picking the wrong woman crossed his mind, but it wasn't very rational. It was their worthless informant who had tipped them off, and inside a dark club it wasn't completely unreasonable that it would be difficult to know.<br><br>But he wasn't rational when he was mad.<br><br>"What is she, her doppelganger? I thought you knew what she looked like!" He pinched his nose. "I'm going to kill that motherfucker." This was his way of apologizing for his outburst. "But really, does she look like Katie?" it gave him some ideas, but they were vague. "What the fuck are we going to do with...whoever that is..." He'd had plenty of notions of what he was going to do with her before this revelation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>18-10-2015, 16:56:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media.portable.tv/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/Picture-51-620x346.png)</div><br>Jackie didn’t often smoke. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy it or that she was worried about lung cancer, she found that it dropped her voice too low and she treasured her white smile. There were times when she risked it however, times when only nicotine could calm her down and sharpen her at the same time. <br>This morning was a good time for a smoke. She fished out her case of hand rolled and put one in each side of her mouth. Looking somewhat like a dragon or a gorgon she lit them both up before handing one to Marc. <br><br><em>"She was supposed to be in Milan? Poor slut."</em><br><br>Jackie leaned back against the counter again, slowly inhaling the smoke to keep her nerves calm before he lost his. She waited with an impatient dread for him to put everything together. <br><br><em>"What!? Who the fuck is that? Oh fuck."</em><br><br>There it was. She took another sip of her coffee and nodded sagely. <br><br>“Yes, her doppelganger,” she told him flatly. Even as he began to accuse her she refused to lose her cool. She couldn’t afford to, not yet anyway. If she let her emotions seep through she would just dissolve, into a weeping angry nerve. Everything had been so close. So close to lying on the beach in Argentina, starting a family, and a lifetime without care. <br><br>“Do we know who gave Marty the picture?” She finally asked, “Or why Marty would want to screw us over?” <br><br>That was another unwelcome thought, was this just a big set up by Marty to send them both to jail or in deep with some other sort of bad? Though she highly doubted Marty was smart enough to set up something like that. <br><br>“She does look enough like her that it could have been an honest mistake,” Jackie finally said, shaking herself out of her suspicions. When he asked what was to be done with her, she shrugged. <br><br>“Throw her down a well? Sell her to a Cartel? Harvest her organs?” She asked with a wry grin, “First we probably should get some food in her belly.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>19-10-2015, 02:51:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h455/juanitasub/1253365694535.jpg)</div>Jasmine could hear them talking in the kitchen. They seemed to be having an argument or some sort of heated discussion, but the closed door and thick walls muffled their voices enough that Jasmine couldn't make out the words.<br><br>She waited a bit to see if one of them had somehow heard her and would come out to see her. Jasmine was really hungry, her arms and legs were hurting from her bondage, and she really needed to pee. <br><br>After a few minutes with no one coming out, she was getting desperate. She didn't want to pee on the floor! So she yelled out louder, "Hey I really need to use the bathroom. Can somebody come help me?" Breakfast could come later, right now she had one thing on her mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>20-10-2015, 06:38:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://distractionsink.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/reno1-227x350.jpg)</div> He was glad she'd let his brief accusation slide. It didn't make him any more outwardly cheerful, but he was happy for it all the same. <br><br><em>“Do we know who gave Marty the picture?” She finally asked, “Or why Marty would want to screw us over?” <br><br></em>Marc wondered what Marty had to gain from giving them bogus information. Marc had given one hundred dollars, an advance on the cut he would get for the fortune they were supposed to get from the ransom. Marty was shady, dim-witted, and was high all the time, but he wasn't so dumb as to sell Marc out for a Ben Franklin. There was either a bigger game, or as Jackie suggested next, it could just be shit luck.<br><br>With the hurdles Jackie and he had overcome lately, shit luck kinda fit.<br><br>Now they had to babysit Katie-err, whatever she said her name was. J-something?<br><br>"I'll make us some food." Again, a peace offering instead of an apology. "Would you escort her highness to the head? I guess we're gonna need to get used to those masks..." He muttered as he pulled out some cooking ingredients they brought.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>24-10-2015, 04:06:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx1ob6bSWO1qe0da0o1_500.jpg)</div><br>He must have felt guilty if he was cooking. Jackie had learned over the years that while Marc never apologized he always found some way to make it up to her. <br><br>“Toad in the hole please,” she told him kissing his cheek, “And spike my coffee. Watching girls piss doesn’t exactly get me off.”<br><br>With that in mind, Jackie went to retrieve her mask. The last thing she wanted was for this to drag on, like a lame horse struggling along until someone put it out of its misery. This job was supposed to be quick and clean. Now she was going to have to feed, clothe and potty train some captive. <br><br>Pulling the gold shield over her face she mustered up enough gumption to walk through the door. <br><br>“Awake I see,” she said by way of greeting. With no other preamble she hooked her hand under the bounds Marc had so artfully tied and began to drag Jasmine down the hall. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>25-10-2015, 04:10:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h455/juanitasub/1253365694535.jpg)</div> Jasmine was happy to see the woman with the mask leave the kitchen and come towards her. She heard her greet her and so Jasmine returned the greeting by saying, "Good morning. Yes I am awake and..." Before she could finish her sentence Jasmine felt herself being picked up a bit and then start to be dragged down the hallway. What was going on? Where was she taking me? Jasmine thought to herself.<br><br>All Jasmine could think to say now was what was first on her mind, "I really really need to pee. I promise I will not make any problems. I don't want to pee on the carpet or in my clothes. Please Miss, can you pause for just a minute and take me to the bathroom. I would be so grateful."<br><br>It was humiliating to Jasmine to have to ask for that. But when you are left hogtied on the floor and need to be pee, what other option do you have?
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>29-10-2015, 05:05:17</strong>
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				Marc poured a shot into both of their coffees, thought better of it and made it a double. The toad in the holes sizzled in the skillet behind him, the eggs crackling within the confines of the bread with the hole punctured in each piece. One of the yolks had broken, and he deemed that one to be their captive's.&nbsp; On the other two he added a pinch of garlic powder and gently layered on the hole piece of the bread over Jackie and his slice.<br><br>Marc ate their hostage's small circle piece of toast.<br><br>He took a big swig of the coffee spiked with whiskey as he pulled on his own mask. Fuck he hated that thing already. Even if he'd have to wear it this long anyway even if things had gone right, he'd need to wear it a lot longer and the mask reminded him of that fact. Marc carried to their three plates toward the bedroom once they were done cooking five minutes later.<br><br>He had some ideas of what to do with their new pet. Some were unprofitable and safe, and others were fun, profitable and risky. He already knew which way he was leaning.<br><br>"Soup's on." He said as he walked toward the room where he'd tied Jasmine. He considered how entertaining it might be for her to eat on her stomach with her hands tied.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>08-11-2015, 13:34:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ly82d4uzp81qa0b1ao1_500.png)</div><br>“Do hush before I gag you,” Jackie told her captive as she continued to drag her down the hallway. Lucky for the little bitch that it was hardwood rather than carpet. A splinter here and there was nothing compared to a full body burn. <br><br>Jackie paused for a moment decided on which loo to enter. The luxurious one, that she had so enjoyed the night before, was closed but Jackie wasn’t in the mood to share. Instead she dragged Jasmine around a few more turns to take her to the smaller and less appointed washroom. <br><br>She stopped dragging and began jostling Jasmine when she finally got her into the bathroom. Thankfully the creature was already undressed, otherwise she would probably end up with more than a few nicks thanks to Jackie being careless with a blade. <br><br>That being said there was an equally pressing matter at hand, how to manhandle her/cut the ropes so she would be able to use the facilities. Jackie looked over her <br>mewling captive once more before she threw her hands up in frustration. She wasn’t about to untie her, Jasmine may have said she would come along willingly but Jackie doubted her sincerity. Never knew when the trollop might decide to play heroine. Jackie also wasn’t willing to risk her nails, untying and retying their prisoner. Instead with a surprising amount of strength she hefted Jasmine into the narrow bath/shower combo and nodded. <br><br>“Go on then, be quick about it.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>08-11-2015, 21:31:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h455/juanitasub/1253365694535.jpg)</div>Jasmine didn't understand why Jackie didn't just untie her instead of dragging her along down the hallway. It would certainly be easier, and Jasmine wouldn't be letting out an occasional yelp when one of her nipples got dragged across some rough wood.&nbsp; After all, when they got to the bathroom Jackie would need to untie her anyway. As Jackie dragged her along Jasmine realized that the cabin they were staying in was either bigger than she thought or she really needed to pee.&nbsp; <br><br>Finally they reached the bathroom and Jackie set her down on the bathroom floor. Jasmine wished she would hurry up and untie her, but instead Jasmine felt herself being picked up and then set inside the bathtub. Jasmine turned her head to the side in a effort to see Jackie and exclaimed, "You want me to pee here?!?" But before Jackie could respond Jasmine let loose with a long stream of pee. It was humiliating to have to pee like this, but at the moment Jasmine didn't care because her body was straining to contain it.<br><br>After she finished Jasmine felt degraded, and fought back her tears. She managed to quietly say "thanks" to Jackie. Now she just needed for Jackie to clean the pee off her. Jasmine wondered when they realize that they weren't going to get much of a ransom for her. Hopefully it would be soon, because being tied up like some animal at the rodeo was already getting old for Jasmine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>10-11-2015, 21:30:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://plfoto.com/zdjecia_new2/1590607.jpg)</div><br>Jackie sneered when the sow thanked her. If it had been her tied up she would either be cursing her captor or seducing them into letting her go. <br><br>Her reply was turn the shower on full blast on cold to wash Jasmine off. She moved the shower head back and forth on its axis a few times before she released that the head popped off. With an evil grin she pulled the icy head from its holder and positioned right at Jasmine’s quivering cunt. <br><br>“Just want to make sure you’re nice and clean.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>12-11-2015, 04:16:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h455/juanitasub/1253365694535.jpg)</div>Jasmine waited for the woman to say or do something. Jasmine turned her head to the side and tried to look up at Jackie to see what was going on. Just as she did the first drops of icy cold water struck her skin. "It's cold. The water is too cold. Turn the temperature up!" But Jackie left it running full force and the drops of icy water began to form little streams on Jasmine's skin.<br><br>Then Jackie began to let water cascade down on Jasmine over the length of her hogtied body. Over and over the water went up and down the length of Jasmine. She tried to wiggle out of the way, but laying in the wet tub it was futile, and even if she could move all the way to the side it would be easy for Jackie to change to path of the water drops to find their target again. "Noooooooo...please no more...the water is so cold...there is no reason to be such a bitch to me...I am shivering...stop it...stop it." Finally it did stop. Jasmine's wet hair lay plastered to her head and back. She was shivering. "Please can you dry me off...I am freezing!"<br><br>Out of the corner of her eye Jasmine seen Jackie lower herself down till she was near Jasmine. She was holding something, but unfortunately for jasmine it wasn't a towel. Jasmine responded to Jackie's words by saying, "I am clean but I just need to dry off. I have the cold water on me and I laying in it." Jasmine could only wait and shiver now, hoping that Jackie would dry her off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>15-11-2015, 00:47:09</strong>
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				Marc took a bite of their hostage's toast after dropping the plates off where he thought they'd be. <br><br>"You crooked, doll?" His version of asking if she needed anything, as 'you straight?' never seemed quite right to them. <br><br>He took a bite of his own toast before beginning to walk toward the secondary bathroom, itching at his stubble under his mask before re-applying it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>16-11-2015, 17:06:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/4f/a7/c3/4fa7c35d9fe67b7d910e554aeaa9eec8.jpg)</div>“You think this is being a bitch to you?” Jackie asked. The predator that dwelled within her mind perked up at this small act of rebellion from her captive. Like a cat that finds out the mouse has some life left in it after all. <br><br>“Just wait,” she smirked and turned the cold water back on, right over her shivering cunt. She mimicked the motions that some women used shower heads for, turning the icy water on full blast and aiming the water right for her clit and vulva. <br><br>Hearing Marc, Jackie-D turned her head like a dog that hears it’s master and whistled. <br><br>“In here Lover,” she called, “Just giving baby a bath.” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>19-11-2015, 19:30:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h455/juanitasub/1253365694535.jpg)</div>Jasmine was trying to control her anger but the way this woman was methodically running cold water all over her was testing her limit. Actually considering what Jackie was doing jasmine considered her response to it rather subdued. So she was surprised that Jackie would be upset with her. <br><br>In any event, Jasmine was surprised by the burst of icy cold water aimed between her legs. If it was warmer it might be enjoyable, but as cold as it was it just made Jasmine shiver.<br><br>The water seemed to be puddling and not draining like it had been earlier, causing Jasmine to shiver more. "Pl...please...M....Miss the water is so c...cold." trapped in the tub, Jasmine could only wait and hope that her tormentor would let her out of the tub.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>29-11-2015, 23:02:52</strong>
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				Marc joined them, leaning against a wall and watching Jackie play with her toy.<br><br>"Look how hard her nipples are." He walked over and knelt out of the worst of the splash of the streaming water from Jasmine's pussy. He rubbed his finger and thumb around one of them. He rolled it under his digits while smirking under his mask.<br><br>Watching Jasmine squirm and wriggle in the water made him grow rather hard. He looked back up to Jackie: "Breakfast is ready, or were you looking for an appetizer? Chilled blonde, is what it seems like you're craving."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>02-12-2015, 06:24:43</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/21487260/Velvet_by_darkview_large.jpg)</div><br>“Like the human version of champagne,” She purred, finally turning off the water and letting the shower head roll around the bottom of the tub.<br><br>“There you whiny bitch,” she snapped, “Water’s off.” <br><br>She grinned evilly as Jasmine lay there shaking, but Marc’s hard on didn’t go unnoticed. Jackie gave him a friendly pat as she stood up before drying the worst of the water. <br><br>“Poor things shaking,” She pouted to Marc, “Why don’t you warm her up while I have breakfast?” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>05-12-2015, 00:18:20</strong>
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				Jasmine didn't like the way the cold water continued onto her skin. She was freezing and they were making comments like "chilled blonde".<br><br>Jasmine was shivering as Marc played with one of her nipples. He seemed not to notice though, or maybe he didn't care? Jasmine tried to speak as she shook, "Pl...please...I so...cooollldd. Someone...just dry me...don't want to....get sick.<br><br>Tied the way she was in the tub, Jasmine could only wait and hope.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>06-12-2015, 02:10:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://distractionsink.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/reno1-227x350.jpg)</div>Marc grabbed a towel, and draped it around her. Then he hoisted her up and over his shoulder. He carried her to the room they'd been keeping her with Jackie, and plopped her down unceremoniously onto the bed.<br><br>"Breakfast and a show." He snickered, drying her off, though it was mostly just groping her through a towel.<br><br>Once she was vaguely dry, he groped her tits without pretense. "My hands are warm. I'm so helpful."<br><br>He undid pulled down his sweat pants. "But not the warmest part of me." He pulled her by her arms until her head hung upside down over the bed.<br><br>"Time to earn your breakfast." Marc muttered, groping and squeezing her tits as his cock grew harder.<br><br>He put his hand to his base and rubbed his shaft up and down her cheek. "You are cold. My cock must feel so nice and warm. Right?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>06-12-2015, 04:59:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.trendhunterstatic.com/thumbs/style-noir-for-vogue-italia.jpeg)</div>Jackie was munching happily on her toad in the hole in the kitchen while Marc had his way with Jasmine. He deserved some time alone with the captive. This was stressful for him and god knows he didn’t handle it as well as her. <br><br>She was rather philosophical about the whole thing. So they grabbed the wrong girl. Wasn’t like they couldn’t still make money off her of her, just not in the way they had planned. They would funnel this score into the next bigger one. All would be well. <br><br>At least that’s what she told herself. It could all go to hell and they could both end up in jail. Future dashed upon the rocks. Jackie sighed and flipped a page in her magazine. She never let herself dwell on such things. She took another sip of coffee, determined to enjoy the morning. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>06-12-2015, 20:09:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h455/juanitasub/1253365694535.jpg)</div>Jasmine was picked up, wrapped on a towel and carried off lick a sack of potatoes draped over Marc's shoulder. She was glad to be out of the cold bathtub, but was wondering if going with Marc would be better or worse. Not that she had any say in the matter, tied up like she was was now. She didn't dare struggle against him not wanting to fall hard to the floor.<br><br>Arriving at a bedroom he lowered her to the bed. He then continued to dry her off, groping her in the process. Then tossing the towel aside, he began to roughly fondle her breasts, making no attempt to be gentle about it.<br><br>Jasmine could see his erection growing as he enjoyed her breasts. He made no attempt to hide it, pushing his sweat pants to the floor exposing himself to her. Jasmine was looking at him upside down now, her head hanging upside down off the bed. She gulped hearing that she would have to earn her breakfast. She knew what that meant and stuttered out a reply, "Please...I don't think...I can't do it...like this...upside down....and all....Please no..." Jasmine was shaking again, but not from the cold, but from fear.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>07-12-2015, 02:18:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://es.web.img1.acsta.net/r_640_600/b_1_d6d6d6/medias/nmedia/18/78/54/78/19466707.jpg)</div> Marc held Jasmine's head with one hand, and as she was objecting he pushed his tip into her mouth. Upside down was a very different sensation, and the dominating aspect of it all was very arousing. He needed to unwind after over-tightening his screws this morning.<br><br>"There we are..." he muttered, his cock thickening and lengthening between Jasmine's lips. He groped at her breasts, leaning over and putting her cold nipples into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it and teasing them with his lips before switching to the other. Meanwhile his hips pushed his cock deeper into her mouth before pulling it out.&nbsp; Then he pushed deeper again, his tip pushing past the entrance of her throat, and holding his cock there as it pulsed in her mouth.<br><br>"Fuck yes..." He grunted. He reached forward and began teasing the petals of her pussy. His fingers toyed and teased parting her lips with his index and ring finger while his middle toyed with her clit. His hips pulled his cock back out, and her rubbed his wet cock along her cheek to let her get a breath or two before shoving his cock back down her throat. Deep, and for a long while. She didn't know it, but he was getting his cock lubed up.<br><br>Finally, after Jasmine had a chance to panic on how deep and long his cock was down her throat, he pulled it out.&nbsp; He got onto the bed with her, and pulled her by her hips so her head wasn't dangling over any more.<br><br>"Time to warm up these tits of yours." He said as he straddled her chest and pushed her huge tits against his long, hot, hard cock. Slowly he began to fuck her cleavage, nice and slow, while groping her breasts and toying with her nipples.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>08-12-2015, 22:08:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://media.portable.tv/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/Picture-51-620x346.png)</div>She could only imagine what Marc was getting up, and only out of affection that she didn’t go spy. Watching would only wet her appetite and then she would demand that he satisfy her. He needed a break. She just hoped that it wouldn’t break Jasmine. <br><br>They needed the girl in good condition if they wanted to get a good price. She knew of a few whore houses that would pay highly for a blonde, especially as one as simple as their captive. They were best that way as they did what they were told. Jackie on the other hand…<br><br>She smirked as she finished her coffee, their poor captive she hoped that Marc would hurt her too badly. Otherwise she would have to kiss it better. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>11-12-2015, 22:01:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jasmine could only watch helplessly upside down as his cock approached her. She knew what he wanted, and opened her mouth, allowing him to enter her. He seemed to enjoy this, and Jasmine was hoping this would be all she needed to do with him. He began to play with her pussy and she wondered if he was going there next.<br><br>Minutes later he withdrew and started sliding his manhood between her breasts. It was a new experience for Jasmine, as she had never thought of her breasts being used this way. <br><br>She just wished he would finish with her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>29-12-2015, 06:16:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/05/af/fe/05affe2938560296210e9cdc7546401e.jpg)</div>&nbsp; Marc grinned as the tip of his cock pushed through the top of her cleavage. His fingers teased with her nipples as pushed his cock to and from the tight confines he made with her ample chest. <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;"The one time I don't have my smartphone on me. I need a camera."<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;He blinked, before refocusing his gaze on Jasmine. His length grew even harder between her tits as his mind raced at the possibilities.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;As much as he wanted to keep tit fucking her, there were far better uses of her body. Ones that included a payoff besides busting a nut.<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;"Well." Marc said, smiling down at her as she lay helpless. "I suppose you're warmed up from your shower." He stood from her abruptly, though his hands lingered on her tits until the last moment.<br>&nbsp;<br>He slipped his underwear back on, and gave her a little wave. “Be seeing you.”<br>&nbsp;<br>One he closed the door behind him, he quickly walked out to where Jackie was relaxing. “I think I know a quick way to make a buck on this gig.” He said wearing only the briefs he’d put on, which were strained at holding in his lingering erection.<br>&nbsp;<br>“Use that camera we brought for hostage photos, and use it to record us using our new pet. If we, and by ‘we’ I mostly mean ‘you’, can convince her that complying is her fastest route out of this cabin…we might be on the beaches within the week.”<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>28-01-2016, 04:41:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jasmine grimaced, it was bad enough that he wanted to use her this way, no he wanted to record it all with his smartphone! But there was nothing Jasmine could do to stop him. Well she could ask him not to, but she knew enough about him already to know that wanted a viable idea.<br><br>Then for some reason he decide to pull his underwear up and leave her. He gave no explanation for his actions, and Jasmine was befuddled. Why did he stop? When was he coming back? What would he do when he came back? Jasmine had many questions but no answers, at least for the moment. She had a hunch though, that she wouldn't be waiting long to find out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>02-02-2016, 19:12:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7a/Olivemisc18.jpg)</div>Jackie pointed a finger to herself as her eyes widened. <br><br>“Moi?” She questioned, putting down her coffee mug with a clink, “Your cock not as persuasive as it used to be?”<br><br>She teased and when he came close enough cupped his straining erection. It was mostly out of habit, rather than an invitation. <br><br>‘Or do you think she could benefit from ‘girl talk’?” She mocked, giving his cock another rough squeeze, “Oh lord, you’re going to make me the good cop on this one aren’t you?” With that she rolled her eyes and dropped her hand in favor of picking up her Vogue. <br><br>“Whatever you have planned, it better be good.” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>05-02-2016, 07:34:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"We both know there's no such thing as a good cop." Marc snickered as he grabbed the camera on the way. He wondered if they'd find a way to stop wearing these damned masks. It was an acceptable sacrifice when this would be a one-night windfall, but he'd take his chances with a sketch artist that have to breath in that thing mush longer.<br><br>Mason also grabbed his pivot knife, sliding the clip into the waistband of his underwear. He felt downright naked without it.<br><br>They walked back to their captive's room, such as it was.<br><br>"I think we might find a use for you yet." He said to Jasmine, his cock throbbing at seeing her expression.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>07-02-2016, 19:25:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jasmine waited for what seemed to her a long time for Marc to return. He had the woman with him this time and the way they looked at her sent a shiver down her spine. His words about finding a use for her puzzled her a bit. Jasmine thought she knew what he wanted her for, and a glance at the bulge in his underwear confirmed that for her. Her eyes darted between the two of them as she waited for out what they were going to do to her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>28-02-2016, 14:17:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls5st5Xnm91r1k9muo1_500.jpg)</div>Jackie felt her brow arch itself in suspicious curiosity when he snagged the camera. What on earth was that man planning? She had been about to let him in on her own thoughts on what to do with the girl, but now she was just intrigued. Her wicked boy usually came up with good fun. <br><br>With that in mind she delicately placed the mask back on her face, making sure not to muss up her hair, sauntered to catch up with him. She looped her arm around his and leaned in slightly, fingers caressing his bicep. <br><br>“Whatever you have planned, it better be good,” she warned before they entered their captives cell. <br><br>The blonde looked like a scared rabbit and Jackie couldn’t help but sneer under her mask. If it had been her she would have seduced one of her captors, turned them against each other, or at the very least have given one of them a black eye by now. <br><br>Her eyes darted to Marc, as she was also waiting for an explanation. Once he gave Jasmine the low down, Jackie would mold her face into something compassionate and twist this farm girl to her will.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>07-03-2016, 01:25:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Marc stood over Jasmine, so that she needed to strain to look up from the bed, or stare down the bulge in his underwear just in front of her.<br><br>"We're at a bit of an impasse with you. I don't need to keep you around indefinitely, but I'll be damned if I let you go without getting the money I owe. The way I see it, the faster you make yourself worth our trouble, the faster you're free. With me so far?"<br><br>He knelt a bit, so her was still higher than her but less extremely so. "Either we etch out some intangible value from you with your body for a few weeks, or months...or we do it in a matter of days. Doesn't that sound better?" He asked with hiss hand squeezing her cheeks to make her lips pucker.<br><br>"Best way to turn a profit will be to have the same kind of fun we're going to have with you anyway...but record it, and charge others for the privilege of watching online. The better you perform with us, the more people will pay, the faster we drop your pink ass back in town and never see us again."<br><br>He made her look him in the eyes. "So, not to bee cliche....but it's the easy way, or the other way. And if you think you know what the other way's like, you're <em>sorely</em> mistaken."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>08-03-2016, 03:22:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsvbt3VpBl1qi9sb6o1_500.jpg)</div>“Oh baby,” Jackie purred as she slithered around his looming form, placing her hand on his chest, “No need to be so threatening. I’m sure Jasmine here will be more than willing.” <br><br>She batted her lashes down at the smaller blonde before with equally languid movements she crept onto the bed and stretched herself alongside their captive. Propping herself up onto her elbow and twirling a blonde curl between her fingers. <br><br>“You want to go home, don’t you honey?” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>10-03-2016, 04:27:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h455/juanitasub/1253365694535.jpg)</div> Jasmine nodded that she understood what he meant so far. She knew they were upset that her family wasn't rich, but it was their mistake at abducting her. Still she knew they wanted to get something out of their time.<br><br>Looking at the camera and hearing his words made Jasmine gulp. "You all want to make pornos with me?!? I...I...can't do that." Jasmine shook her head no as if to emphasize her words. The man seemed to be so uncaring about her, just thinking about making money.<br><br>When the woman crawled on the bed Jasmine looked over at her. For once she didn't feel threatened or intimidated by her. She seemed to show compassion towards Jasmine. Jasmine responded, "Yes, I want to go home. Please can't I just go home now. I didn't do anything to you two."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>20-03-2016, 04:37:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't know." He said to Jackie in a tisking manner at Jasmine's response. "She doesn't seem like she's willing. Doesn't sound like she wants to go home fast at all."&nbsp; His tone was less menacing, though his words were hardly so.<br><br>"It seems like she wants to stayed tied up until we find some other use for her. Could take a long time. More cold showers like this morning's."<br><br>Mason touched Jasmine's cheek. "Or you could cooperate. See what we can do about those ropes, if for a time. Get you home, what would you say, a hundred times faster, darling?" He looked to Jackie quizzically. "A thousand? More?"<br><br>Mason's whole body radiated warmth and power. He was more than turned on, he was cooking.<br><br>"You'll be our sexy little movie star. And then you can go home."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>20-03-2016, 19:44:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jasmine gulped. She really wanted to leave this place, and the prospect of another cold shower was underwhelming to say the least. <br><br>Marc's offer sounded good to Jasmine and she repeated it back to him to make sure she understood it correctly, "So I like make a video for you, and after that you let me go?"<br><br>Jasmine's eyes darted back between the two of them, watching for their response.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>27-03-2016, 05:06:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://booksneverwritten.files.wordpress.com/2012/12/192528952790226384_ekvixglo_c.jpg)</div>“Videos,” Jackie corrected her, continuing to play with a strand of blonde hair, “You may be pretty baby but it’s going to take more than one to make it worth our while.” <br><br>She craned her masked face back to look at Marc, “Don’t you think so baby? Unless it’s something really nasty and I’m not sure she’s up for that.” <br><br>Despite the thinly veiled threat Jackie kept her tone and expression sweet as she turned back to Jasmine, “You don’t want to do anything too rough, do you honey? Or is there a nasty little slut hiding under that farm girl exterior,” at that she dropped her hair and instead viciously took her nipple between two strong fingers. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>27-03-2016, 20:52:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jasmine replied nervously, "OK...videos...So I do a couple videos and then...you let me go home right?" Jasmine's eyes darted between the two of them.<br><br>Jasmine blushed as Jackie spoke of doing something really nasty and rough. She didn't respond to her though. Jackie then asked Jasmine if she wanted to do something really nasty, implying that would gain her freedom earlier. At first Jasmine didn't respond but as Jackie's fingers began to pinch her nipple Jasmine stammered out, "No...I don't want to do anything like that...nothing nasty....or rough."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>03-04-2016, 00:57:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.homorazzi.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/nick-youngquest-shirtless-biceps.jpg)</div>"Of course. We'll treat you real nice. Couple of videos, we let you go."<br><br>His voice was dramatically less intimidating. More reasonable, like they were coming to an everyday agreement. There was nothing everyday about the heat coming off of his muscular body, but there was no helping that.<br><br>"The more you look like your enjoying it, the fewer videos we need to make. You do a good enough job, who knows how fast you'll be out of here."<br><br>His hand traced around Jasmine's soft breast which Jacki was pinching the nipple of. <br><br>"So we have an agreement?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>03-04-2016, 01:54:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jasmine repeated his words, "a couple videos".<br><br>Jasmine thought about it. She didn't wanted to make those kind of videos. But the alternative was to stay where she was and suffer more abuse from this pair.<br><br>Jasmine took in a deep breath. "OK, I will do it. I'll make them look good. I should get an Oscar for my performance." Jasmine gave a nervous laugh.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>03-04-2016, 15:23:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://img05.deviantart.net/c32b/i/2008/103/7/f/new_red_shoes_no__3_by_snapfoto.jpg)</div>Jackie released Jasmine’s poor abused nub and rolled on her back like a content housecat. She angled her back to look up at Marc. <br><br>“That was easy, wasn’t it Sugar?” She purred, before her eyebrow cocked under her mask, “I assume you’re going to want the first one to be girl on girl?” <br><br>That was always easy money. She would never understand men’s fascination with two girls getting it on, but if it paid… <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>?</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>07-04-2016, 04:02:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jasmine was nervous. She knew that she had agreed to make these videos, but certainly wasn't looking forward to it.<br><br>She gave out a gasp when Jackie mentioned girl on girl. "But I...I haven't even ever kissed a girl! How can I do...you know all that stuff with one?!?"<br><br>Glancing back and forth between the two of them, Jasmine quickly seen a lack of concern about that. What had she gotten herself into now?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>18-04-2016, 05:53:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.homorazzi.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/nick-youngquest-shirtless-biceps.jpg)</div> Marc smiled when Jasmine agreed to win an Oscar with her performance.<br><br>"We have a deal." Emphasizing that this was <em>basically</em> her very own idea. <br><br>Marc grinned to Jackie when she mentioned girl-on-girl to start. "Good idea. With your eye for quality like that, maybe this really will win an Oscar. Now, shall we give our soon-to-be star some range of motion?" Marc asked Jackie, taking the knife in his other hand. "Unless you'd like to make this a different fetish altogether?" He grinned.<br><br>He helped cut the ropes at her hands and ankles. "Isn't that better?"<br><br>He lifted the digital camera and turned it on, checking the scene. "You two were made for this." Marc tried to encourage Jasmine bit: turn down his intimidation factor where he could. He would reward Jasmine's compliance like this, and turn darker anytime she tried to test her bounds with him.<br><br>"Now Jasmine, it goes without saying, but you're going to do whatever your new friend says."<br><br>Whenever they were ready for him to start, he began recording. He stood nearby, moving the camera to the best angle for a variety of options for editing.<br><br>"Action." He said with a smirk.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>27-04-2016, 15:04:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;<div class="floatleft">(http://orig08.deviantart.net/c1cf/f/2010/249/1/a/terina__s_lips_and_cleavage_by_maxxtheaxe-d2y6fnl.jpg)</div>Jackie propped herself back up on her elbow and studied Jasmine as she claimed innocence. <br><br>“You never practiced kissing with your girlfriends?” She asked, caressing the blonde’s hair off her shoulder, “It’s just like that. Don’t worry, I’ll tell you want to do.” <br><br>Marc jumped at the idea, just like she thought he would. She didn’t expect him to leapt quite so quickly. <br><br>“No story?” she teased “Just straight fucking? You romantic.” She shook her head but seeing the red light turned on her charm. She slunk over Jasmine and leaned in. <br><br>“Arch your back lovie, stick your tits out. Give them a show.” She told her before kissing her softly, swaying her breasts over their captives so just their nipples passed each other like ships in the night. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>05-05-2016, 04:23:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jasmine was feeling uncomfortable, knowing what was going to happen to her. She stammered out a response to the woman's question, "No....I never...kissed my girlfriends...or any woman."<br><br>Jasmine gulped as her two captors discussed the video, and what would be the story, or lack of story they would film. Jasmine didn't really care about what the story line would be, she was just concerned about her part in the story. Upon hearing that it might just be "straight fucking".<br><br>Then the woman leaned over Jasmine. Jasmine was almost shaking although she tried her best to hide it.<br><br>She did what the woman asked, by arching her back and pushing her breasts out. Not because she wanted to make a better video, but rather to get it over with so she wouldn't have to think about it anymore. She was anxious to get home again.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>09-05-2016, 20:25:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Porn plots are going out of fashion." Marc chuckled. "A dying art. But we can always add a plot scene to the beginning later if we're feeling extra creative."<br><br>After that he stayed quiet and let the ladies do their thing for the moment. He smirked as they kissed, Jackie moving her chest to let their nipples move against Jasmine's.<br><br>"Very good." He whispered as he filmed their lips dancing with one another's, their pale breasts stealing the show now and then.<br><br>"See? You're so good at this." He tried to encourage Jasmine.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>14-05-2016, 05:15:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;<div class="floatleft">(http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs39/i/2009/001/d/3/Femme_Fatale_by_SableSinCyr.jpg)<div class="floatleft">“You better act like you enjoy this baby,” Jackie hissed in her ear, pretending that she was kissing the blondes neck. Like they really were lovers, like this was the start of a beautiful relationship. <br><br>“Otherwise, I’m going to make you scream. Either way the punters will get their rocks off by the end of it.” She pulled away long enough to stroke her hand down the blonde’s collarbone and over her breasts, framing the mounds for the camera. <br><br>“Moan, you dumb cunt,” she purred, dipping back down again to fully kiss Jasmine. She shoved her tongue deep into her mouth as she pinched her nipples again, hoping that would elicit some noise from her victim. “Tell me I’m beautiful, that you want me. Pretend I’m one of those hot guys you wanted to find.” <br></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>16-05-2016, 22:39:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jasmine gulped and tried to like she was enjoying what was happening to her. Pretending to be a lesbian was hard for her. She could use a drink, or probably several now. She knew Jackie could tell her movements were stiff by what she said to jasmine. She didn't like the idea of screaming on camera.<br><br>Jasmine took a deep breath as Jackie cupped her breasts. Jasmine knew that all of her could be shown to the camera, with the more interesting bits getting more "camera time".<br><br>Jasmine didn't like being called a "dumb cunt", so said, "I want you baby. You are so hot, so beautiful. I want to have a hot time with you." Then she closed her eyes and moaned. She wasn't sure if that would be enough to keep them happy or not, but she hoped that it would be.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Westal</strong> on <strong>18-06-2016, 18:33:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Marc didn't have much experience as a camera operator, but he was getting the hang of it. He knew that for the majority of the time, the camera would be on a cabinet or somewhere else with a good view. While these two were kissing, though, he wanted to get an idea of the best angles.<br><br>He tried to only speak when they weren't talking, figuring he could remove his voice easily enough when he added some cliche music to it all. "Good. Nice loud moans for the camera." He said quietly to Jasmine before adding. "Put some hands on her now. Feel her body like you would like to be touched." Trying to sound encouraging that this was a simple matter, a step to letting her go.<br><br>His body thrummed at watching them. Eager to join but resisting for a few more moments to get a decent scene out of it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Maeve</strong> on <strong>28-06-2016, 04:58:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.trendhunterstatic.com/thumbs/style-noir-for-vogue-italia.jpeg)</div>Jackie arched a brow, but didn’t turn her head to point that expression at Marc. That was the last thing the camera needed to see, but the thought of letting this novice touch her was annoying at best. It would be like when she was younger and dated someone her own age. Nothing was a faster turn off than fumbling, inexperienced fingers. <br><br>Still she smiled for the camera and would moan at the right time. <br><br>“I wanna make you cum, my sweet flower,” she told Jasmine, looking at her like she was the most precious thing in the planet, and even went so far as to stroke her hair and cheek. She knew that the videos would get rougher with each shoot, but hopefully Jasmine would be like a frog in a pot and wouldn’t know her true fate until it was too late. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: A Different Kind of Ransom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>03-07-2016, 19:16:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Jasmine tried her best, but having to perform on camera, something she would have difficult doing even without the camera present was difficult. It wasn't like being in the heat of passion with her lover, where everything came naturally to her.<br><br>But, she stumbled along, feeling awkward as she caressed the woman. Jasmine would close her eyes and pretend the camera wasn't there to help her. Jackie knew her way around a woman's body and if Jasmine was into women and they were alone it would be fun. But making pornos was not something really wanted to do, rather it was something she had to do.
			</dd>
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