Chapter 4
Please read previous chapters before perusing this one. What happens in them affect events that occur here.
Wednesday morning.
"Any news?" asked Dave as he came into the living room having just woke up.
"Not really," Emily answered. "Frank said that they have been looking through all the video footage of every store in the mall plus the malls own. They can trace Tabitha's movements till around eleven-o-clock when she left the mall. But she didn't make it back to her car. There is a black SUV that they think she might have been pulled into, but they can't be sure, and there is no way of tracing it since they don't have a picture of its plates. They seem to be..." she broke off trying to stem the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes.
"It's okay, mom. They'll find her."
"I suppose," she replied. "But what if when they do, she's..." Again, she broke off the sentence trying to keep from crying.
"Don't think like that. She's going to be alright!"
"But there haven't been any calls. No demands, no ransom, nothing. What if the person who took her just wants to fuck her, kill her and throw her out like yesterday's trash? Or worse. What if they took her to sell her into slavery for sex?"
"Mom, just believe that she's safe, okay. We'll deal with all the other shit when they bring her back home alive and well. Where's Dad?"
"He took some more flyers out to post around the city."
"Okay. I guess I'll get something to eat and then go out myself to put more up."
Still morning.
"Good morning Miss Moore. Ready for your clean up?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"Is Something wrong?"
"Do you think it would be alright if I could talk to my parents? They've got to be worried about me."
"I was thinking the same thing. Perhaps it would be better to let them know you are unharmed. This afternoon I will see to it that you can talk to them briefly."
"Okay."
The clean up went the same as the last one. Charles was careful, but thorough allowing her to cum. She felt the washcloth he used to clean her with drag gently across her still aroused cunt, then was surprised to feel his hand spreading something on the area. "This morning, we're going to remove the hair from your cunt," he said. "Please do your best not to move so that it will be easier for me to keep from nicking you. I promise that I will try to not do so, too.
"Okay," she answered. She fought to keep from bucking her hips into his hand as he tenderly massaged the substance around her pussy, biting her bottom lip to stifle her moans. Then his hand was replaced with what she knew had to be a razor, and she held very still as it raised upward from just above her slit to the top of her mound. The action was repeated several times as he removed the hair from her mound, rinsing the razor after each swipe.
"Now comes the hard part," he said.
"Would you like me to do it?" she asked. "I promise I won't try to escape or anything. Just untie my right hand and leave the room and I will remove the blindfold long enough to take care of it then you can come back in afterwards and tie me back up."
"I think it would be better if we left you completely tied," he said. "I'll be careful. Just don't move."
Slowly, he moved the razor between her legs and scraped the hair from the left side of her labia. As he did so, he again had to probe slightly inside her pussy. Once one side was done, he did the other, again being slow with his movements. Finally, he had the job complete, and he rinsed out the razor then rinsed her off, gently massaging her newly shaved pussy through the warm, wet washcloth.
"Make me cum again," Tabitha begged. "That made me super horny."
He removed the washcloth and used his fingers to once again bring her to climax. Even though she had already had one orgasm, it didn't take her long before she felt another building. She arched her back as best as the ropes binding her would allow as it hit, crying out her pleasure. Finally, he removed his hands and started to walk away. "I'll get you some breakfast, now," he said.
"You know," she said. "They say that if you want to keep a girl, you have to make her cum at least three times during a sex session."
"Unfortunately, I won't have the opportunity to try to keep you," he answered. "When this is over, you will be returning home, and I will be left with only my memories of you." She heard the door shut with a sad sounding click as he exited the room.
Wednesday afternoon.
Emily alternated between pacing and trying to occupy her time talking while seated in the living room with her sister Susan. Her hands couldn't hold still, and the worry showed on her face.
"Once this is over," said Sue, "are you going to tell your kids about, you know, everything?"
"We planned to tell both of them this weekend," Emily answered. "Jim was out of town when Tabitha's birthday came a few weeks ago. If this hadn't happened, she would have found out this weekend, and Dave knows already."
"Oh? How did he find out?"
"I was using that strap-on on myself Monday when he came home. He hadn't had any pussy himself for a few months because he broke up with his last girlfriend, and when he saw me, he latched on and started sucking my clit. After I let him fuck me, I had to tell him about everything, including about you and Bill. Then we spent a good hour and a half fucking some more. By the way, he would like to watch us some time. He asked to join in and fuck you, but I told him that you probably would say no to that, but I thought you might allow him to watch us."
"We'll worry about that another time. I'm not in the mood to think about sex, whether it's pussy, or cock. I guess he made a decision pretty quickly."
"Once Tabitha is back, that might change. He is in love with her."
"Shit! Does she love him?"
"She has a boyfriend, and they may be fucking already. Her friend, Terry, sort of suggested that it was possible without trying to do so."
"That could be a fucking problem," said Sue. "Sorry. I didn't mean for that to come out as a pun. If she stays with this boyfriend, Dave could be in a world of hurt."
"I'm not sure that she will stay with him. There are signs that she might not be looking to stay with him."
"Like what?"
"Well, she seems to be sort of distancing herself from him. They had a date last Saturday, but yesterday morning when we called, they hadn't seen each other since then, and he didn't think that anything was amiss in that. But there again, that's something to worry about some other time. Right now, I just want to focus on getting my fucking daughter back home."
The phone rang and the two women both jumped. Emily raced to answer. "Hello?"
"Mom?"
"Tabitha! Where are you sweetie? Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, Mom," Tabitha answered. I don't know where I am because he has a blindfold on me so I won't be able to identify him later. I don't have much time, so let me speak. It is definitely a guy that has me, but he's using a voice modulator so I won't recognize his voice."
"Thirty seconds," said a female voice in the background.
"Who was that?" asked Emily.
"That's the voice modulator he's using. Listen. He's going to release me some time. He's gone to an awful lot of trouble to keep me from being able to know who he is, so I am sure that he will let me go after he's done with me. Tell David I love him and to take the camera out of my room. I don't want it involved with any investigation and no one else needs to see what pictures it took. And tell Dad thanks for remembering my birthday. It meant a lot that he did. And I know this is not something that you should be worried about now, but I think he's fucking his secretary. I gotta go, now. Love you Mom."
"Love you, too, baby. When will..." The phone was dead. "Shit!"
"Calm down, Em. At least we know she's alive and not in danger of being killed. The damn shithead that has her is probably fucking her every chance he can, but we can deal with that."
"If I find out who is doing this, I'm going to cut off his dick and shove it down his throat...after shoving it up his ass."
Tabitha heard a loud bang after the phone call was ended."Why the fuck did you do that?!"
