Victor felt his orgasm slowing building, ready to be released, as he pounded into the sexy little blonde that was writhing and moaning underneath him on his kitchen table. Her eyes were wide glazed over and her mouth formed a cute little O shape whenever he happened to slip a little deeper into her on a hard thrust. He already made her cum twice before but wanted her to cum on his cock again before he orgasmed himself.
He placed her feet on his shoulders, leaned over and really started to fuck the shit out of her. He groaned at the new position since he was able to get in deeper than before. The blonde obviously liked it too because she started to thrash underneath him and whimper "Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god," over and over.
It only took a couple of more strokes until she was screaming, "I'm going to cummm. Oh god, I can't believe it I'm going to cum again. Unghhhhhhhhhhh!" Victor felt the tremors that rocked her pussy and squeezed his cock and gave in to his own orgasm. He slammed into her as his cum flew out of his cock and coated the inside of her pussy.
It was with a satisfied smile the blonde left and Victor went upstairs to his bedroom to take a nap.
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He wasn't sure what it was exactly that woke him but his senses were on full alert. He slept for longer then intended so it was pitch black in his room. Even as he sat up he couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. He didn't even have enough time to react to the dark shape that moved through his room and covered his face in a wet smelly cloth before he was back asleep again.
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This time when Victor woke up it was with a headache to rival all headaches. Was he out drinking last night? When he finally opened his eyes and found himself locked in a strange cell that the memories came back about the dark figure in his room.
With a sense of panic he took in his surroundings and saw a girl in the corner crying into her hands. Her full figure told him that she had to be no younger than 18 but her body was really tiny. She had nicely tanned skin and long black curly hair that he would love to play with.
"Are you okay?" he asked the crying girl. With a gasp she looked up. To Victor's shock he was looking into the teary but relieved big blue eyes of his 19 year old baby sister.
"Adrianna..."
"Oh Victor!" crying Adrianna launched herself into her brother's arms. "I've been so worried about you. At first I thought you were dead when they brought you in here. We've been kidnapped Victor and they want mom and dad to pay a ransom for us."
Hearing this actually kind of calmed Victor's nerves. His parents were both big corporate moneymakers and came from old money. Which meant they really weren't around much so he practically raised Adrianna but money was never something to worry about, which he was grateful for. Even more so in this circumstance since he knew his parents would pay up. It wouldn't look too good if the media got a whiff of certain company presidents not paying kidnappers for their children back. Now it was just time to wait.
Setting Adrianna aside he told he was he was thinking and she could see that she agreed with him since a lot of the tension in her body gradually went away. "You're right. Mom and Daddy will have to save us."
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Two weeks later Victor was starting to doubt himself. He wasn't sure what was taking his parents so long to pay the ransom. His captors were getting restless too.
Adrianna wasn't as worried as Victor. She always felt safe when he was near. Even though there was an age gap between them, Victor being 25 and Adrianna only 19 they were still close. So much so that his presence was very reassuring to her. It was almost like he was her security blanket. The two weeks seemed to fly by. She felt like Victor and her were closer then they have ever been and she liked it.
The only thing that kind of worried her was the looks one of their captors kept giving her. He looking like a Viking god and had enough muscles to make a girl drool. It was hard not to get the whole "Stockholm syndrome" feeling when he was around. From the looks he gave her she had a feeling he would welcome the thoughts she had about him.
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Ivan, that same "Viking god" captor, paced the floors above his captors with tension that only increased everyday. Their plan seemed to be falling apart at the seams. The kid's dumb parents were telling the media that their poor and unguided children ran away from home because of a disagreement.
Disagreement my ass. They both got two separate ransom letters along with the one left at the house. The newest text message on his cell phone only served to agitate him even more. His partner who was supposed to be the brains of this whole operation was questioning if the parents would even pay for their own kids.
