Max Sharkey - Kidnapped and raped

"Shut up, cunt," said the well-dressed stranger.

"Yeah, Goddamn it!" Margaret added. "Shut up and watch the tube. The news is on, and we're waiting for your old man to speak, the bastard." Margaret lifted her legs and placed her booted feet on Judeth's bare back, digging her wicked high heels into the girl's tender flesh. "You can be my footstool while we watch the news, you slut," the woman hissed cruelly as she sat back in comfort on the couch.

Judeth stifled a cry and hunched her bare shoulders so that she could hold up the woman's feet. She felt totally degraded. Imagine! she thought. Serving as a footstool for such a crude, evil woman. The thought was repulsive to Judeth, and she tried to put it out of her mind as she crouched on her knees and turned her head to peer at the television screen.

Before long, the anchorman began to speak.

"It has now been established that the daughter of famous multi-millionaire businessman Bratton Brathmeyer has been kidnapped. Young Judeth Brathmeyer was abducted late Wednesday afternoon in a daring kidnap, in which she was taken from her car at the resort beach of Crystal Point. She has not been heard from since that time. However, the girl's alleged kidnappers did send a message to the Brathmeyer home on Long Island, demanding one million dollars in ransom for Judeth's safe return. At the present time, Mr. Brathmeyer refuses to cooperate with the FBI, and will not speak to reporters. Nevertheless, the wealthy businessman did make a statement, in which he pleads for his daughter's return."

Judeth gasped as she watched the television screen. It all seemed so strange and horrible. It seemed as though she were living a nightmare.

"Keep your eyes glued to the television, dearie," Margaret said coldly. She emphasized her instructions by digging her sharp heels into Judeth's shoulders.

Judeth shuddered and flinched in pain as she felt the evil woman's heels digging into her tender shoulders. But the girl managed to stifle her tears and kept her eyes on the television screen. Her father suddenly appeared on television. Judeth could not restrain herself. "Daddy, oh, Daddy," she cried as she watched him step forward and speak into the microphone.

"Shut the fuck up, you stupid asshole," Marvin said.

"Yeah, shut up," said the well dressed stranger. Then, the man turned to Margaret and spoke. "Listen, Margaret, if you can't keep the little rich bitch quiet, I will. Okay?"

"You got it," Margaret quickly replied. Her tone was one of absolute obedience, and Judeth realized at once that, if Margaret was so eager to please the stranger, the man was obviously a big shot. She decided then and there that, no matter what, she would do nothing to offend or anger the well-dressed man.

"I'll be quiet," Judeth said in a soft whisper. "I promise."

Margaret lifted her foot from Judeth's shoulders and thrust her leg forward, placing her palm on the back of Judeth's head and rubbing the poor, helpless girl's mouth over her boot. The evil woman leaned forward and whispered into the girl's ear. "You can keep quiet by licking my boot, you dumb cunt. Lick it." Margaret spoke with menacing authority, and Judeth, utterly abased, wholly degraded, stuck out her tongue and lapped at the cruel woman's boot. Out of the corner of her eye, she continued to watch the television screen. Margaret sighed and sat back on the couch, satisfied that the wretched girl was busy licking her boot.

Mr. Bratton Brathmeyer spoke on national television, pleading for his daughter's life.

"Please let my daughter live. I am willing to pay the million dollars, if I can only be assured that she is alive. I have been contacted by people who claim to hold my daughter. But, I must know for sure. That is why I am speaking on television tonight – to ask the kidnappers if they will send me some sign, some further message, so that I will know that my dear daughter Judeth is alive and well. And, I beg of you, whoever you are, please don't hurt Judeth. Please, don't hurt her. I low my daughter. I couldn't stand to see her hurt."

Then, the renowned millionaire broke down and wept.

Judeth watched in rapt attention. Never before had she seen her father cry. He had always been such a stem father. So strong and brave. But here he was, crying openly on national television. She sobbed in grief.

"Turn off the television," instructed the well-dressed man. "I want to take a good look at our precious little girl, Miss Judeth Brathmeyer. Yeah, I'd like to see what makes her worth a million bucks to her pansy-ass old man. I hate to see men cry."

Marvin quickly stood, walked to the television and turned it off.

"Let her up, Margaret," the stranger said coldly. "And, Marvin, turn on some lights in this place. I want to see what a million-dollar girl looks like."

A moment later, Judeth was on her feet, standing in the middle of the room. Scared out of her wits, she faced the well-dressed stranger who seemed to hold her life in his hands.

"Well, now," the man said approvingly as he eyed her naked young body. "Miss Judeth Brathmeyer. You are a sharp-looking little cunt. Yeah, nice tits, nice ass, and I bet you've got a tight little cunt too, don't you?"

"I don't know," she replied weakly.

"Ha! Ha!" he laughed. "That's real funny, Judeth. Say, maybe I should fuck you. Then I could tell you whether your cunt's tight or not. What do you think of that suggestion, bitch?"

"I don't like it, Mr…"

"Mr. Carver. Bruce Carver is my name. But my nickname is Sage. So you call me Sage, okay?"

"Okay, Sage," Judeth answered compliantly.

Sage circled the terrified girl, moving slowly around her, leering at her exposed flesh. He stepped forward and ran his palm over her tits, kneading her ripe tit-flesh and pulling lightly on her tender nipples until they became hard and pointed. Judeth shuddered beneath his lewd touch, but she stayed still. She was frightened out of her mind by this strange, well-dressed man named Sage. She figured that Sage was the brains of the kidnapping caper. He was obviously the most powerful man of the group, and from the looks of him, he appeared to be tied up with organized crime. One thing was certain: Sage was no lightweight. He was a deadly serious man, and she was not about to make him angry.

"Yeah, Judeth. You're well put together, girl."

"I suppose I am," she said. In some strange way, she felt flattered by his complimentary remark. But, the way that he looked at her sent chills running up and down her spine. He began to run his fingers down her belly. Then, without warning, he slipped his middle finger into her tight pussy. She shivered, but she stood completely still as he pushed his finger deep into her cunt.

"Yeah, you do have a nice tight little twat, Judeth," he said coolly. He began to wiggle his finger back and forth inside of her cunt. Then, he slipped his thumb into her pussy and twiddled her sensitive clit.

"Ohhh, Sage, what are you doing?" she asked as small beads of sweat began to form on her forehead.

"I'm checking you out, darling," he replied in an icy tone. "Your cunt is getting nice and juicy. Did you know that, Judeth?"

"Y-yes, I guess it is getting kinda slippery."

Suddenly, an evil look came over Sage's hand same face. He sneered cruelly and roughly pulled his wet finger out of her cunt. He lifted his finger to her lips and spoke. "Lick your slimy cunt-juice off my finger, you fucking slut."

Judeth's tongue slipped out of her mouth and she licked her pussy-juice off of the man's middle finger. It was a cruel thing to make her do, she thought. But, although she felt humiliated, she decided that she would have to do what the titan ordered. Sage was nobody to fool around with. He looked like he had a very short temper – a dangerous temper that could become violent at any moment if his authority were questioned.