Denise Albertson was angry as hell when she left the house of her good friend Stacy Miller. Not that she was in the least bit upset at her school chum. Just the opposite was true. She rarely felt better, or more free, then when she spent time with the girl.
What upset her was the man sitting in the plain car parked out at the front curb. She had known the driver of the car for two years longer then she had know Stacy. And she hated that as well! It was a situation made worse because she knew it wouldn't be changing in the near future. It was only part of the price she paid for being born into an incredibly rich family. One headed by a tyrannical father who demanded twenty-four hour security for the entire family, seven days a week. Not that Dad gave a damn about anything she did. Her watch dog wasn't there to keep Denise sweet and chaste. No notice was ever paid to any report made back to Charles Albertson about any sexual romps or wild parties she attended. Nothing was ever said to her, and probably wouldn't. Unless she suddenly wanted to find out what life as a mass murder was like.
But then, that was the reason she was so closely watched. To make sure Denise never got into a position that could even accidentally soil the family name, or drag it through the mud of unwanted press.
Long before things got to that point where photographers could get anything which could be potentiality damaging, no matter what her condition was, Denise would be swooped away and returned to the safety of the family estate.
She was also watched to make sure no one tried to use her against her father. The value of the family name and fortune was of greater importance to Charles Albertson then Denise or her happiness.
She hated it. Always had, but Denise was used to it. Putting up with this dreadful treatment only because she had no choice in matter. It was all part of the reason why she enjoyed being around Stacy. Compared to her own, the girl's life was so "normal", so ordinary. All the things Denise would never know about until her father finally died.
Denise did her best not to think about the man sitting in the front seat of the plain blue sedan. At least she didn't have to ride with him, she thought. She had her own car and could come and go as she chose.
Only there would always be someone right behind her. Men like Alex, there waiting patently in the blue car, working in shifts so that the heiress to one of America's biggest empires couldn't make an unattended move. Or have one made against her.
Sure, she'd tried to show the men up or get away from their watchful eyes. Once Denise had even seduced one of her watchers. She couldn't remember now who it had been, possibly it was Alex. She had hoped to get one of them on her side. To turn him with her womanly charms so he'd forget to look after her once in awhile. It didn't work.
Her father did find it amusing though. Giving her points for using the skills and opportunities available to her to get what she wanted out of life. Dad's kind words somehow didn't make her feel any better.
Denise had even managed to give the boys the slip on a couple of occasions. And in reprisal her father had assigned an even larger army of men to look after her. Making them so blatantly obvious as a protective shroud covering her, Denise broke down and promised she'd be "a good girl" from now on.
Daddy had won again. Daddy always won. Honoring her word, Denise no longer tried to ditch her watch dogs. But it didn't mean she had to like them. Or pay any attention to them. Denise did her best to ignore the fact the man existed as she walked around the back fender of her car. Not doing as much as glancing towards his car as she dug the keys from her purse. "Excuse me… Miss?"
Her head spun. Denise felt scared and embarrassed all in that one breathe. She had been so intent on not paying attention to Alex, she'd never noticed there could have been anyone else on the street. Let alone one as big as this man. He was huge!
"Yes?" Her response was completely automatic. One to give Denise the time she needed to get herself back under control.
"You're perfect," the man said, taking Denise by surprise once more with his strange statement.
Before she could give it much thought, his hand came up quickly. There was a small aerosol spray can held in his fingers. He gave Denise one blast of spray in the face before she could say another word. Or move.
She wanted to wipe whatever the stuff was off her face, only her hand wouldn't move. Just like the way her feet refused to move her away from the man with the strange leer on his face.
Her mouth wouldn't even open so she could scream!
Pure, stupefying panic hit Denise as she slowly discovered she couldn't make her body do a single thing. Not one of her muscles would work for her. Still she was ready to fight. Her lungs were sucking in extra air, gathering up all the oxygen she could to fuel whatever burst of energy she'd need to escape this man.
"Don't," he warned. "Settle down, you'll only hyperventilate or choke yourself. There's not a damn thing you can do about it."
He held up the aerosol can so she could get a better look at it. "Stuff works instantly. Effects the nervous system. Interrupts all the signals sent out by the brain having to do with voluntary movement. All the involuntary stuff like breathing and keeping your heart pumping still work, but that's about it."
Denise wanted to shake her head at the sound of such foolishness. Finding it hard not to laugh at the guy. She'd like to do anything at that point, but what he said seemed to be true. Her body was betraying her by refusing to do a single thing she asked it. She noticed her eyes would still blink when they dried out, and her breathing seemed to do fine by it's self, only Denise had no control over any of it.
For the first time in her life she was happy she had a body guard. Denise couldn't wait for Alex to see she was in trouble. Wanting him to come rescue her. In fact she prayed it would be soon, so he'd get her to a doctor.
The man holding her was making some gestures. Waving his arms around and Denise heard the sound of an engine starting up. A van pulled up next to her car, blocking off sight of their bodies from the street. But Alex still hadn't made a move. It was dark enough and the street was so quiet, none of these homeowners would ever know a kidnapping was going on until they read about it in tomorrows paper. That didn't explain why Alex hadn't taken notice. So where the fuck was he?
The stranger took his hands off of Denise, her heart skipping a beat as she prepared herself to make a break for it. Only she still couldn't move! She couldn't even make herself fall over. She was stuck in place as her captor talked to the driver of the van. The van pulled forward and parked right next to Alex's car. The stranger came back, picking Denise up with ease and carrying her over to the company sedan. Denise saw Alex was at his post, sitting behind the wheel. Only he wasn't moving.
Oh shit! Denise thought. They've got him too!
"Hurry up and get the damn camera," her gigantic captor ordered. "I want to get us the fuck out of here before we're spotted."
Denise heard the other person as he rummaged around inside the van. She also saw as the stranger leaned her up against the sedan, his hands moving towards the front of her blouse.
"Time for the unveiling," he grinned in a sick way as he took hold of the material with both hands, and pulled. Ripping her blouse in half!
Again Denise wanted to run, or at the very least try and cover herself up. Better yet, she'd love the chance to kick this guy in the nuts! But she was powerless to do a damn thing to prevent this big, strong man from tearing her clothes off. He didn't waste any time in unhooking her bra either as he snapped it into pieces.
Or else he enjoyed demonstrating how helpless Denise was by taking her body inch by humiliating inch.
He wasn't only ripping her clothes off, he was shredding her pride away in layers. And laughing at her helplessness as he did it!
The other man was climbing out of the van. He hurried over with two cameras hanging from straps slung over his shoulders. One was a 35 mm and the other was an instant camera. Both looked like toys because this second man looked just as big and strong as her captor was. A thought Denise didn't find very comforting.
"Now get his pants open and fish his cock out!" The new man looked at Denise's exposed tits, then down to the camera he had in his hand. "Ahh, come on Andy! Why do I have to do that part? How come I never get to do the girl?"
"Cause I'm fucking in charge. And if you don't do it, I'll knock your fucking teeth out. Is that clear?"
"Yeah, yeah. Big talk… big man." The muttering helper opened the driver's door and started working on Alex while Andy continued stripping Denise down. "Like to see you mouth off to the boss like that. Then you'd…"
"Shut the fuck up! Just get his cock out. And get it looking hard while you're down there, maggot!"
Denise couldn't help but wonder at the strength of the men who were taking her. From their looks they had to be body builders or something. The one called Andy certainly was showing no problems in manhandling her around. At the moment he had her slung over his shoulder, easily pulling off her shoes and socks. It also turned out to be a good position for him to yank off her jeans and panties.
Leaving her as naked as a newborn in his arms.
And just as helpless!
"Ok, it's show time."
Andy's buddy was more than happy to move out of the way so Denise could be set down to the ground next to open car door. It was just as if the man was bending around a Barbie doll as he twisted Denise into the pose he wanted. It didn't take much to get her down to her knees. Posing her to make it appear as if she were leaning over to take Alex's cock into her open mouth.
They were both the perfect models. Neither Denise or Alex could move by themselves. And the cameras focused on them clicked away. First one, then the other.
"Did you get both of their faces in the shot?" Andy asked.
"Yeah, yeah. I know what I'm doing. I got it all. He even looks like he's having a good time. See for yourself," the helper said wistfully as he looked at the beautiful girl, handing some of the instant photos back over his shoulder to Andy.
"Great. Get another couple just to be sure. And hey, why not get artistic?"
Andy moved one of Alex's hands around so it looked like he was fondling one of Denise's boobs. Then he turned the blonde around so he could move her hand down between her legs.
"Wow! That's one hot babe there," the photographer said. "Gets so hot while she's blowing the guy, she can't keep her fingers out of her snatch!" Denise wanted to cry. Never had she been so humiliated. She hated being a prisoner in her own body like this.
"Don't worry. Your friend there don't know a thing. We used a different kind of drug on him. He's just gonna wake up with his pud hanging out and a lot of explaining to do," Alex explained. Making it sound as if he was meaning to comfort Denise.
Only he wasn't!
This might be the most embarrassing situation she'd ever been in, but if Alex had been awake during it, he'd be able to tell her father how terrible it had been for her. Then Denise's father would tear up the country side searching for her.
"O.K. enough of this shit!" Andy grabbed hold of Denise, lifting up off the ground. "Get the back door open."
The photographer quickly obeyed, getting out Andy's way as he shoved past with Denise in his arms. The big man wasn't exactly gentle as he laid the naked girl down on the back seat.
After the thump of hitting the hard springs, Denise was quick to notice that just because she couldn't move didn't mean she didn't feel pain. It almost seemed as if her nerves were more sensitive than usual. Signaling to her if her body couldn't operate normally, it concentrated on whatever sensations it could find.
Even worse was as much as she hated it, Denise's body was tingling with every touch of Andy's hands!
Hands that were everywhere on her smooth skin as the muscle bound creep posed her once more. He had her laying across the rear bench seat, legs spread and ready for a good filling.
"Naw! Can't see her face good enough. Get me something to lean her against," Andy snarled.
The other man pulled a canvas sports bag out of the van and handed it to Andy. "Yeah, perfect," the big man said as he jammed it in behind the girl's back. Raising her head and shoulders for the cameras to look at.
The photographer snapped off some quick shots of Denise rubbing and squeezing her breasts, fingering her clit, and then a few of her begging her unseen lover to come do her hard.
"Great. Now let's get the hell out of here. We've been pushing our luck as it is."
Andy looked over a handful of the instant pictures, pulling out some of the raunchiest ones which he tucked into the jacket pocket of Alex's suit. He tossed two more onto the front seat just for good measure. Reaching into the back seat, two large hands pulled Denise out. Easily muscling her onto a thin pad in the back of the waiting van.
Denise lay exactly where Andy placed her, straining to get her body to move in any fashion at all. Not meeting with the slightest success.
Silently screaming curses at the man in her mind for having spread her out like this. Denise tried once more to close legs which were wide open. Leaving her pussy open for anyone to look at. Or take!
She heard the slamming of car doors and felt as Andy climbed into the back of the van with her.
"Come on! Get us the hell out of here!" he shouted.
The engine roared to life, the van bolting forward. But it didn't get far before Andy yelled out again. "STOP! Forgot the fucking bag!"
Braking, the photographer threw the van in reverse. Andy jumped out the side door, returning seconds later with the canvas bag in his hand.
"The boss would have had both of our asses if you'd left this behind," Andy growled. "ME?! What makes it my fault? You were…"
"Shut-the-fuck-up and drive!" The van took off once more, going fast but not quick enough to burn rubber. Not doing a thing to draw attention to them as they made their retreat.
Andy gave a quick check to his watch. "Still got about twelve minutes before I gotta listen to you bitch again," he said to Denise.
It wasn't hard for her to see how he was looking her body over. Even in the dim light she could see the bulge of the man's growing erection. Andy was making no secret of the fact he wanted her.
His intentions became more clear as he tugged down the zipper on his pants. Hauling out the biggest damn cocks Denise had ever imagined!
If it weren't for the fact she had no choice in what was going on here, if she had met this man in a bar and had discovered by accident how large his male equipment was, she might have been willing to be the one doing the jumping. Just to see if it was real.
As it was, Denise was filled with loathing. There was no way she wanted any part of the massive side of beef heading her way. She only wished she had use of her body again. That she had some way to ward this man off before he…
Fell down on top of her!
His cock heading right between the thighs he had so thoughtfully opened earlier. Slicing so deeply into her, Denise would have been howling in ecstasy, or pain, if she could have opened her mouth.
Or ripping his eyes out if she could have moved her hands!
All of her automatic responses were certainly working. Her body had already been responding from Andy's touch. By the time she had seen his cock moving towards her, Denise's pussy was sopping wet, eager to try and take his giant sized cock on.
Whether she wanted to or not, Denise was going to give Andy the fucking he wanted!
"Oh yeah, we're gonna be good friends. Real good friends," the frantically humping man promised.
Right before he shot her full with his cum!