the ransom - part 5 (finale)
warning - the following stories involves written scenes that include sexual violence that some people may be offended of and have a problem with. if you are sensitive to that kind of content, i do not recommend reading
this story was written by me and a ghost writer who wanted to stay anonymous.
I lay there in the back of the car, with the nephew in front driving the car. My hands are still bound in front of me. With every bump in the road I bounce on the backseat, before I slowly start to sit up. I don't say anything for a few minutes, before finally telling the nephew "your uncle is a monster…" He chuckles to himself, “Are you going to be okay here did a number on you. Here’s an ice pack and a wet rag." He grabs them from the passenger seat and hands them back to me. "You got money my pencil dick husband paid?" I ask him. "Yes the whole $200,00 thousand." I can't help but have a huge smile on my face "your fuckin uncle thinks it’s 100,00 but we gave him our ransom note and the dick paid it." I laugh but it hurts too much. "Alright, drop me off here with my phone and I will make the call to the police. Once they pick me up, and we take of everything I will meet you back at the motel."
He pulls over and lets me out. I get 911 on the phone and tell them the situation and where I am. It doesn't take long before 2 patrol cars show up, and the cops hurry out and check on me. They free my wrists from the restraints all while I'm crying and telling them the story. I tell them I can lead them to where they can find the uncle. They get me into the back of one of the squad cars and we take off for the warehouse.
At the warehouse they have the building surrounded and a group of them kick the door down, while I wait inside the back of the squad car. Moments later they bring the uncle out cuffed and supported by two officers. The officer comes over to me and I assure him take pictures of the rope i was strung up with the bedding off the bed and the bear bottle laying on the bed. They assure me and take pictures of my bruised face my bleeding lip and my wrists still with rope marks on them. The cops assure me they have enough evidence that he should be locked away for a long time. Inside I am laughing at the fucker. For everything he did to me, I got my revenge.
The cops tell me that since my car is still there that I am free to head home to my husband and that they will be in touch to further the investigation and get anymore information they may need. I get into my car, and instead of heading home, I head off to the motel where the newphew is located. I get out of the car and knock on the door. The newphew opens it up, and is happy to see me. But he can only see I am still in pain from the abuse I took from his uncle. So he helps me into the room, and sits me on the edge of the bed. From there, we toast to a plan well done with a few well earned beers. "Fuck that uncle of yours…so glad he is getting what he deserves. now we just gotta get out of town and we are set!"
“It was hard to leave you with him but we needed the evidence to nail him. I worried about you looks like he did a number on you “ I take another sip, holding in the pain "It's ok…nothing I can't handle. Although you had your fun with me in that bathroom…" The newphew can't help but let a smile slip out. "Yeah…can you blame me for taking a little advantage of the situation?" I smile back at him rolling my eyes. We finish our drink and I switch into a white button down oversized shirt of the nephews . We snuggle in bed talking of our future and replaying our two day expirrience. Eventually, we both doze off to sleep.
Morning comes and he is the first one to wake. looking at me, having found my way off him during the night. He scoots over to me, reaching under the blanket and grabbing ahold of my breast, massaging it. In my sleep a moan slips out from my lips, waking up to the sensation. My eyes open to see him hovering over me. He plants his lips onto mine. I free my hand from under the blanket, and grab ahold of his semi hard cock and begin to stroke it. We kiss each other and provoke each other to horny before he asks me a favor “hey I didn’t get a chance to do you with uncle how about we play out what it would have been like. Let’s re enact it. I will tie your hands and we can take it from there “ After what happened the day before I'm hesitant but I slowly come around and agree "well…ok…sure. Just this one time you can tie me up" I say visibly nervous but he pets my cheek and I smile.
He ties my wrists like the day before. I start to feel a bit uncomfortable, and ask him to stop there. He doesn't seem to be listening though and sits on my legs and ties my ankles together. He pulled the rope so tight, digging into my skin "ok! That is tight enough!" I yell out, but to my surprise he shuts me up by shoving his cock into my mouth. Instead of freaking out further, It almost calms me down as I begin to suck my cheeks in around it. Bobbing my head back and forth, lips glistening and gliding across his shaft. My moans vibrating his cock in my mouth while I look up at him. He has a look of want on his face bordering on anger. He bucks harder grabs my hair and turns a blowjob into a throat fucking. My face already hurting this assault doesn’t come without pain. He cums forcing his spew down my throat and out of the corner of my mouth leaking on my chin. He pushes the excess cum back in my mouth and Insists I clean him. At his demand, I begin to lick his cock and clean it from all the cum. "ok! you got what you wanted…let me out of these ropes now, im hurting!"
He goes to his bag and to my amazement he pulls out more rope. He flips me over and starts tying my arms as well as my hands. I scream my protest but he is on a mission. The screams become me yelling orders at him when he grabs my mouth and shoves a rag in it he then uses grey duct tape wrapped around my head at least four times. I look my eyes full of fear and anger. He throws himself in a chair and checks the clock. The dusk is breaking.
I lay there on the bed in a strict hogtie. My mouth packed and taped shut. What is he doing?? This wasn't apart of the plan! I groan into the gag, trying to talk but its no use. He looks at me from the chair and explains to me how 200k was great but not good enough. He could get an additional 100k for selling me. Sell me?! I begin to plead with my eyes, turning to anger, thrashing around in my restraints. "mmmpphhhh!!! grrrrrr!!!"
A knock on the door and I answer to two men dressed all in black. They came in looked at their new piece of merchandise and nodded with approval. This can't be happening! They throw a black body bag next to me, and I go into a full on panic. Screaming into the gag, trying my hardest to get out of the ropes, but it's no use. I look over at the newphew who is taking a briefcase from one of them. He gives me a little wave as my body is packed into the bag and I am zipped into the darkness. The next time I see anything but darkness, will be when I arrive at the destination of my buyer.
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