Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
It feels good to finally unzip my truly beautiful but also quite heavy wedding dress and let it slip off my body in my dressing room.
I stretch out my shoulders. Then I’m just walking over to my bags to change into my party dress for the much longer reception with dancing that’s about to follow—
When suddenly there’s a noise at the door, but before I can turn around to see who it is, the lights switch off. It’s pitch dark because I’m in an inner room of the winery with no external windows.
“Hello?” I call, my hand immediately reaching for the wall. Did the old place just lose electricity or did someone come in and flip off the lights? I need to get to the table where my phone is so I can turn on its flashlight. “Is someone there?”
And then suddenly from behind me someone puts a gag in my mouth, right before they trap my arms behind my back.
A dry voice says, “I’m afraid the bride isn’t going to be able to make it to the rest of the reception. She suddenly has very pressing plans.”
A cloth bag slips over my head and then I’m being dragged backwards.
Through the cloth, a man’s raspy voice at my ear says, “Don’t struggle, peach. Or this could get very… dangerous for you.”
Chapter 52
HOPE
My two kidnappers drag me down backwards through the hall I recently came through, then up some stairs and outside. I scream uselessly into the gag, but it’s quite effective at muffling me.
What will Janus think when I don’t show back up at the reception? How will any of this be explained away?
You’ll never get away with this, I scream into the gag, but it doesn’t sound like anything other than garbled noise. My kidnapper just laughs low and whispers to his companion. “Aw, she’s trying to bargain with us. Isn’t that adorable? As if she had anything we wanted, other than this ass.”
And then I hear it: the whir of helicopter blades. Jesus, I didn’t even know there was a space big enough on the mountain for one to land. The wind whips at my hair from the whirring helicopter blades, pulling it from its carefully laid pins holding it in its updo.
There are at least two of them because I’m handed from one to the other until they’re both just shouldering me forwards from both sides, all but dragging me when I apparently don’t move fast enough.
I’m sure someone will see and can’t believe they’re being so audacious as to do this here of all places—
But then I’m being lifted off my feet and into the helicopter. Handed off like I’m just a sack of meat.
Oh God. Kidnapped away from my own wedding.
The helicopter blades are so loud I can’t hear anything. Even if I did scream no one would hear.
Was this one of the copters flying over earlier that we just assumed was another media outlet? How long has this been planned?
As soon as I’m gotten on the helicopter, unable to see anything except pinpricks of light that make their way through the dark cloth on my head, strong hands push me down into a seat.
Except it’s not any ordinary seat.
It’s a man’s lap.
And he’s hard.
He doesn’t waste any time, either. I mean, I was barely wearing anything except a slip and my underthings anyway, so there’s not much for him—them?—to tear off. My silk slip is shredded as it’s torn down the center. And then the same with panties. I yelp into the gag.
He’s literally ripped them off me.
And then there’s a bared cock brushing against my ass where I’m sitting on him.
I hear something shouted against the roar of the helicopter right as it lifts off. Maybe, “Position her?”
Hands come to my thighs, and then I’m lifted slightly and resettled down on the man’s rigid cock that’s been slicked with lube. I push against the other men, but they’re holding me tight. There’s no escape—and then I’m being penetrated from underneath.
I scream, I fight, but they’re too strong, and it’s too loud for anyone to hear me. Least of all, apparently, the helicopter pilot.
As my kidnapper begins to penetrate me from underneath, his hand snakes around my body to expertly strum at my clit. My mix of emotions from earlier goes on maximum overdrive.
I’m furious, overwhelmed, and embarrassed but half-thrilled, and as the fingers that know me so well hit all my triggers when he rubs my swelling flesh hard against his own stiff cock—
Such a simple position but so effective.
His cock pierces me so deeply, and with his total access to play with my pussy…
It’s not like I can move. Strong hands hold my arms and feet like shackles. There’s nothing I can do except sit on this man, squirm, scream uselessly into my gag if I want, and just take it. All the while we’re flying through the air.