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My Longest Day

By: sfor



This is a complete work of fiction. 

Remember the difference between fantasy and reality is as fundamental as the difference between right and wrong.

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Eliza Collins in "My Longest Day"

"Today would be the longest day of her life"

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The following takes place on the 5th July between the hours of 00:00 and 01:00

She needed to be alone tonight. Alone to think. It was the 4th July, or at least it had been until a few minutes ago and he hadn't showed up. Where was this whole relationship thing heading anyway? She had taken one too many glasses of white wine with her friends in order to drown her sorrows, and now she needed to be alone.

Eliza Collins walked the short distance to her home. The lights from her taxi became smaller as she watched it disappear and the streetlights cast a shadow on the walkway. The wind blew a little harder and the trees and bushes stirred around them. A lone dog barked in the distance and the sky rumbled.

"Shit, rain, that's all I need," Eliza groaned. She tossed her gorgeous main of blond hair and hurried her steps. The thunder sounded louder now and the young actress burst through the front door of her apartment just as the first drops began to fall.

She stood alone in her living room and looked around. The apartment was silent, lonely and unbearably hot. She flicked on the lights and the instant illumination made her feel a little better. Eliza tossed her bag down and switched the air conditioning to high. She slipped off her denim jacket and, moving to her bedroom, searched the bed for her favourite, most comfortable pair of pink pajamas.

Outside, the hedge branches scraped against her bedroom window and a splatter of raindrops dotted the glass. She stood at the glass pane for a moment and watched the trees bend under the wind, and then she closed the curtains and flopped onto the bed. Reaching lazily out Eliza hit the play button on the answering machine and listened to the dulcet tones of the female voice saying ‘you have one new message – message one.'

"Eliza hi it's your Mom. Call me when you get in we need to arrange your next visit home. So call me – love you."

Now distracted by feelings of guilt over not having seen her parents for weeks Eliza took a shower and slipped her pajamas on. Dragging her feet wearily to bed she slid beneath the welcoming covers. She turned her shapely frame to the pillows and bunched them just the way she liked before settling down for a night of welcoming sleep.

Outside a boom of thunder sounded and the streetlights flickered, but all Eliza heard was the soothing sound of the rain when it hit the windows as she fell fast asleep.

The following takes place on the 5th July between the hours of 01:00 and 02:00

He had slipped easily into the apartment through the unlocked window with the broken latch in the living room. He came in just after it started to pour and he was soaked. The damp seeped through his clothes and into his skin while he waited for Eliza to settle down and go to sleep. With the curtains drawn it was pitch black in the room and he could see nothing. The kitchen clock ticked loudly nearby. Carefully he negotiated his way around the furniture and the lower lying coffee table. He could see magazines and newspapers spread around the table top as his eyes adjusted to the dark.

He had been in this house many times before. He had read those magazines and drank her coffee. He had smelled her perfume and handled her mail and she didn't suspect a thing. He had rummaged through her underwear drawer and lay on her bed. He knew this apartment inside out. He had checked out the type of shampoo she used and he knew her nickname was Zaza. There was nothing he didn't know about his favourite blue eyed, blond goddess.

Now he stood silently in the living room breathing in her scent. He traced his fingers along her sofa and cushions. Slowly he made his way towards Eliza's bedroom. His heart beating like a drum but his breathing controlled. As he got nearer he heard a noise, a creak of the bed. He needed his girl to be asleep when he surprised her. It was not part of the plan to have her see him before he was ready, and things must go according to plan – his plan!

He turned and made his way back to the living room. He would sit a while and give her chance to sleep soundly before he made his entrance.

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It was ten minutes to two in the morning of the 5th July and it was time for him to make his move. He smiled a slow, sweet smile as he approached the bedroom, her bedroom. Then he opened the door with a squeak and went inside.

His mouth went dry as he gazed down at her. She lay on the bed curled on her side, facing away from him. Eliza, his girl, was covered only by a thin sheet. Her luscious blond hair was spread out contrasting against the dark blue pillow. A floorboard creaked as he move nearer to her. She moaned and squirmed a little but, crucially, remained fast asleep. He reached down and pinched the sheet where its edge curled over her shoulder. As he eased it down she continued to take slow, deep breaths, but his own breathing quickened as he drank in the stunning sight that the lovely Eliza Collins presented to him.

The sliding sheet revealed her naked back where the pink top had ridden up her body, the smooth curve of her fabric covered buttocks and her sleek, lithe frame.

As he stared his lips went dry. He ached to spread her legs and fill her completely. He had wanted to for so long – and now he would.

The following takes place on the 5th July between the hours of 02:00 and 03:00

A feeling of pure panic pulsed through Eliza's body. She had been dreaming an anxious dream and just for a split second her eyes refused to open as her brain frantically tried to reconcile the fact that she could hear a voice here, now - in her room. Then in an instant she felt a tremendous weight on her chest and she tried to cry out but heard no sound. Something smooth, soft and silky was shoved deep into her mouth making her gag. Eliza's eyes were now wide open in terror. She had a gut reaction to cover her face with her hands only to find that they had both been tied to the metal headboard with a tight fitting cord. Her legs too were spread wide apart and fastened to a metal post at each end of the foot of the bed.

‘This must be a nightmare it can't be happening to me'.

She looked up, her eyes adjusting to the bedside light that was now switched on. She could see the man, a handsome man with his face uncovered. He rubbed a knife blade, slowly, with his gloved fingers. She could feel his stare, smell his musk and Eliza frantically flailed her bound arms. The tight cord dug into the tender skin around her wrist and ankles and she wriggled on the smooth sheets as he moved closer.

His finger touched her toe and then slowly, very slowly he began to trace her calf, over her knee and up her thigh until it reached the bottom hem of her pink pajama top. Eliza writhed under his touch. The storm continued unabated and she heard a loud thunder crack explode outside.

"Hi Zaza," he quipped. Eliza reeled at the use of her nickname. He laughed and stood up. His fingers slid over her body, down her arm, past her shoulder and over a pajama covered breast. The knife moved with him, floating just above his finger.

"A pretty girl like Eliza shouldn't be left alone," he whispered as a sudden movement of his hand caused the blade to slice off the bottom button of her pajama top. "Because you never know what might happen."

The knife sliced off the next button, "but don't you worry as I'm going to take good care of you for the next twenty four hours" 

Another button gone.

"I need to have you dressed in sexier clothes than this." The last button went and the tip of his knife slid between her pajama top, parting it. Slowly and deliberately he pushed one side away until it fell away from her revealing a single naked left breast. She stared, wide eyed and terrified. Unable to utter a sound.

"Oh Eliza," he groaned, "You are perfect."

Then slowly the knife tip traced back over her exposed stomach to the remaining part of her pajama top and pushed that, too, aside, revealing both breasts. He stared down now breathing very hard.

He traced the knife over each perfect globe, both erect nipples and then upwards towards her neck. Eliza could feel the cold, sharp blade against her delicate skin pressing deep into her flesh.

Then the knife sliced angrily downwards and slashed away what remained of her pink pajamas. Her naked legs now squirmed and pulled desperately on the cords at her ankles. He traced the knife up her bare legs moving to the inside of her thighs. As he progressed he guided the blade under the thin straps on her hips and cut away her brief panties, exposing her naked pussy.

"You look so good I might have to eat you up," he laughed. Moving to the dressing table he picked up a bottle from his bag. Eliza could see what was happening but was powerless to stop him as the chloroform soaked rag covered her nose and mouth and sent her into a deep unconsciousness. 

The following takes place on the 5th July between the hours of 03:00 and 04:00

Eliza had been a jobbing actress for only a short time and had recently found fame in a prime time TV show called My Longest Day in which she played the daughter of a military spy. Her character, Katherine Butler, had spent a fair share of the show clad in skimpy and revealing clothes thus fuelling the fantasies of most of the watching males and many of the females.

He needed her to become Katherine Butler.

Having cut away the ropes that bound her he had removed the sliced rags that were the remnants of her favourite pink pajamas. 

He had searched her drawers and her wardrobe and was now dressing Eliza, slowly and carefully, watching the scene in her full length mirror as he did so. He slowly slid the tiny black thong panties up her legs, over her thighs, and then ran his thumbs under the elastic waist band before letting it snap into place. 

He took a deep breath and lusted at the sight of the naked thrust of her bottom, and at how the scrap of sheer fabric concealed her neatly trimmed patch of blond pubic hair which gave an enticing bulge to the front of her groin. Moving closer to her body he could just see her labia through the sheer crotch band. She looked so very sexy, and he could not stop himself running his fingertip over her crease, enjoying the sight of his large fingers against the black panties as much as he did the shivery sensation of touching his girl, his Eliza, his Katherine.

The most difficult bit of the exercise was her bra. He needed her to wear a bra so that he could enjoy the most from her stunning cleavage and so he struggled to move her dead weight into a sitting position allowing him to slip the red lacy bra snugly around her breasts and up over her shoulders. But he had succeeded and now, whilst she was in the same position, he dressed Eliza in a firm fitting brown waistcoat that held her body in a tight and arousing embrace.

He was ready to slip her into a tight pair of faded blue jeans but he took a moment to spread her knees and admire the contrast of the black silk underwear against the smooth lightly tanned flesh of her thighs. Smiling to himself he once more ran a rough finger along her pussy with agonizing slowness, imagining her moans as he ran his digit along the same path once she was awake.

His erection bulged at the picture of the gorgeous girl laid before him and he was ready for the final piece of clothing. Taking the jeans he slipped her pretty ankles into the foot holes and began to slide them inch by tight inch up her slim legs until they fitted her like a second skin, showing every exciting curve of her delicious thighs and groin. 

He looked down at the results of his hard work and there she was. It was Eliza Collins of course, but now she looked like Katherine Butler. Brown waistcoat, tight blue jeans and he would get her a pair of white pumps. Then she would be ready to help him act out his fantasy and make this day the longest day of her young life.

The following takes place on the 5th July between the hours of 04:00 and 05:00

Eliza felt the world coming into some sort of uncertain focus. Her mouth felt dry and she was disoriented. 

The first thing she felt was cold. It was as though the night air was running over her skin. This can't be right, she thought. Then she remembered. Strapped down to the bed, a knife cutting away her clothes! Eliza tried to move her hands but couldn't. What she had at first thought of as just dark she quickly realized was actually a blindfold. Though she couldn't see, something hard and cold bit into her wrists, chains, she must be chained. Her head ached clearly but from what she didn't know. Then Eliza noticed a new ache as the pain in her head began to ease.

Both of her breasts felt sore, as though they had been roughly manhandled. She could only guess as to the reason why this was. As Eliza tried to move, the sharp pain in her wrists brought her struggles to an end. She sat very still and waited until the pain subsided before trying to mentally picture how things must look. 

She was obviously sitting, and the floor felt like cold metal. Her hands were chained above her head. When she tried to stretch out her legs she couldn't, so she figured her feet must be tied to the floor somehow. More chains! By the way her legs felt positioned she knew that she was spread wide open. Once more she tried to move, but it was to no avail as her wrists and ankles were tightly secured.

She stayed still for several moments trying to think through her situation when it slowly became evident that she wasn't alone.

"H…he..hello, who's there, what do you want with me?" Eliza asked, ashamed of the slight waver in her voice as she tried to sound confident.

"Hey baby, I was waiting for you to wake up."

"What do you want?"

"I want you Eliza. I have watched you week in week out on my TV showing your gorgeous body, teasing me, tantalizing me and then, I put your latest movie, ‘The Woodland Nymph', into my DVD player and there you were again asking me if I wanted to fuck you. So here I am doing nothing more than accepting the invitation. That is why you are here; it's as simple as that."

Her head fell back against the cold metal plate behind her. Her face was white and she rolled her head from side to side refusing to acknowledge her fate, moaning with dismay and trying without success to articulate a response.

Then the words formed at last, a stumbling whimper that escaped her beautiful red lips.

"Oh, please, oh please, please no," she was saying. "I, I can't believe it. Oh please help me," she begged to an imaginary Samaritan, "How could you believe that, how could anyone possibly believe that it was real, I'm just Eliza Collins, plain old Eliza, please just let me go. You must be insane if you think that I would …."

"Shut up Katherine, you're mine now all mine."

Eliza heard the man move away.

"I'm taking you somewhere far away Zaza baby, somewhere where your cries won't be heard. Take it from me sweetmeat; the next twenty four hours will be the longest of your life."

She heard the door, a van door, slam shut and, soon after, an engine start up. When the vehicle she was in started to move to an unknown destination a solitary tear squeezed out from under her blindfold and dripped onto the dirty, cold floor.

The following takes place on the 5th July between the hours of 05:00 and 06:00

Eliza lifted her head slowly, trying to get some sense of where she was. She guessed the van had traveled for about an hour before stopping whereupon she had been unfastened and dragged into the building that she was now in. She had been left untied, and, although she had heard her captor leave the room, she had waited before removing the blindfold. Now, having been given her sight back, Eliza tried to adjust to the dark as quickly as she could. She lifted her hand to her face and slowly began to make out her palm and then the full outline of her fingers.

The floor underneath her was rough and wooden but it seemed clean. Her heart was pounding frantically, and her mind a jumble of crazed thoughts and fantasies about where she might be, although the man who brought her here had made it quite clear what he expected of her. Katherine Butler, he thought she was Kathy Butler – what a madman!

The whole room was silent save for Eliza's deep breathing. Then something intruded. She turned her face towards the outline of the large wooden door. The sound was more distinct now, the floorboards outside the room creaking, creaking with the sound of footsteps. Someone moving over them, nearer and nearer they came. Her heart missed a beat as the door knob turned. Eliza instinctively ran to the corner of the room and waited.

Suddenly the door was open and a tall figure, half lost in the edge of darkness, appeared in a shady silhouette. She gulped as he stepped inside. He reached up and switched on a light. A single yellow beam shone into the middle of the room lighting up the centre but leaving the periphery in darkness. She watched in frightened silence as he locked the door behind him and moved into the light.

The terrified actress looked him over. He was bare-chested, hairy, wearing shorts and bear-foot. He was tall, lean and full of muscle. She could see him more clearly than when he had woken her with a start in her bed. He was even more handsome than she remembered but in an unconventional way and his face was split as his lips curled into a tight smile when he saw the girl of his dreams huddling, frightened in the corner.

"Well baby, are you ready for me yet?" he said with a mocking edge to his voice.

"No," she whispered. "No. Not now, not tomorrow and not ever. Please go away and leave me alone."

He moved towards her.

"Leave me alone …" her voice began to rise, "Get out, now …"

But he kept on coming. Eliza could see his eyes roam from her denim covered legs to her face and down over her breasts – he drank every inch of her into his soul.

The gorgeous actress watched as he stood towering over her crouched, scared body when suddenly he raked his fingers into her long, blond hair and dragged her to her feet. Pulling her up to face him he kissed her hard. The movement of his mouth onto hers surprised Eliza so much that she could not stop his tongue snaking between her moist lips. Eventually, when he had had his fill, the kiss ended leaving her breathless and weak. As her knees buckled and she collapsed once more to the ground Eliza tried to protest but she was in a darkened corner of the room and her plight was hopeless.

The man gazed down into his victim's gorgeous eyes.

"You really are stunning," he remarked, "now come with me." 

He reached down once more and hauled her effortlessly to her feet, proof of his strength if proof were needed, and Eliza felt dwarfed by him. Resistance was futile, but she still struggled as he dragged her across to the centre of the sparsely filled room. In a trice he had her hands tied with thick, new white rope. Eliza swallowed hard, for she knew now that her fate was sealed.

"Please," she wailed, "don't do this. Please."

He laughed and pulled her wrists high above her head and slipped the knotted rope over a large hook hanging securely down from the ceiling, leaving her hanging with her feet just scraping the ground beneath her. This position was going to make her ache like she had never ached before but that might just be the least of her worries.

Eliza gasped. "No – no, noooooooo!"

"Don't struggle Katherine, I'm only going to do what you've been asking for week in week out."

‘But I'm not—' Eliza began, but stopped then realising the futility of further argument. Of course she wasn't Katherine Butler nor was she Anna from ‘The Woodland Nymph', not out there, not in the real world... but here? Here she was in the role of whomever this madman wanted her to be, caught and about to be raped, she guessed, by her abductor whose name she did not even know. 


My Longest Day Ch. 02



This is a complete work of fiction. 

Remember the difference between fantasy and reality is as fundamental as the difference between right and wrong.

Part II of "My Longest Day" will be enhanced as a story when read following Part I which can also be found on Literotica.

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Eliza Collins in "My Longest Day - Part II"

"Today would be the longest day of her life"

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The following takes place on the 5th July between the hours of 12:00 and 13:00

She had to try to get the better of him otherwise who knows how far he would take his obsession with her. Eliza had embraced his charade – played his game, but now she didn't know where she stood.

She had surprised even herself by assuming the role of Anna, her character from ‘The Woodland Nymph'. His immediate reaction had been to stand up and approach her. When he reached out with his large hand Eliza had feared the worst but he only stroked her cheek softly and then left the room in a hurry.

He had not returned and now here she was. She had been raped in both her bottom and her pussy and his thick residual spunk had settled in streaked globs on the tops of her thighs. She almost regretted the fact that she had assumed a specific role as it was clear that he was already unstable and now she had complicated things even more.

What would he do, how would he react, would he ever come back?

She ached insufferably now and she so badly needed to pee.

"Help!" she shouted reservedly in a barely audible whisper. She needed him back so that she could tempt him to release her. Eliza had no idea what would happen if her bonds were ever removed but she knew that she was going nowhere whilst ever she was chained up.

Her action had been risky, and not even calculated at that! The next few hours would see her perform the most important role of her young life. Would she be strong enough to carry it off?

She could not tell how long he had been gone but it seemed like hours. She tried to count as the seconds ticked by but the strain on her poor arms soon disturbed her concentration.

Eliza stood alone in the dark cell. She could hardly believe what had happened and, as the air became a little chilly, she trembled with shame and embarrassment. Her small, black panties lay on the floor where he had dropped them. They were damp still from her orgasm and her stomach filled with anxiety as she thought of the way she had been humiliated. Her nervousness increased when she reflected upon how she had reacted, playing his game, assuming a character. 

Fleetingly, and for the first time, Eliza thought that she might never see her friends and parents again. If only she had phoned her mom just one last time. This thought caused tears to well up in her eyes and she hung her head. Then shaking her long wild, blond hair she cast the thoughts away. 

Eliza shuddered with fearful anticipation when she heard the door open and then saw the thin beam of light illuminate her prison. He had returned, but who would she be in his warped mind this time?

Although her head was downcast, she knew his eyes would be scrutinising her every curve.

Then he was beside her.

"Oh Anna, I want you so badly my sweetheart. Does that thought make your pussy wet, Anna? Do you like to think of me inside you? I know you do, baby, and I like doing this for you, because it brings you as much pleasure as it does me."

Anna!

He ran his hand over her naked flesh, and massaged it slowly. Her hips moved reluctantly yet sensuously under his touch. He bent down and kissed her quivering skin, his tongue was a warm surprise on her tired body, and she sighed with pleasure, almost grateful that he now thought of her as Anna. Her plan had worked so far. Slowly, tenderly, he stroked his hand along her slit, finding her so wet, yet again, that her creamy juices dripped onto his hand.

Then, kneeling, he buried his face between her thighs and drew his tongue up her wet pussy lips and over her outer labia—stopping to suck on her full lips. He loved the taste of pussy; especially her pussy – Anna's pussy. Eliza was rocking her hips backward, seeking more of his mouth. He plunged his tongue deeper inside of her moist slit, lapping at her inner walls while she ground her pussy against his face. She was so very wet.

He spent long moments just licking and sucking, and Eliza, or was it Anna, moaned and humped his face, trying to get more of that wonderful tongue. He could feel her heat and he slid his hand up and over her gorgeous body.

He flicked his tongue at her stiffened clitoris, and when he had the hood teased back, he pulled it between his lips and sucked. He heard the long, quivering groan as Eliza rocked and bucked beneath his talented mouth. He toyed with her, determined that she was going to enjoy it as much as possible. 

When his tongue flicked harder, her muscles tensed and he felt the release of juice on his mouth and over his chin. 

"Oh . . . Yesssss!" Her voice was strained as her whole body shook and trembled – she was almost there.

He lapped at her pussy like a kitten laps cream, sucking at her lips and darting his tongue inside of her. Mmmmmm, yes – so good.

"That's it, baby. I like when you come for me. I like knowing that I can make you squirm and wiggle and tense up just from using my mouth on your pussy. Now let's see how you like my cock, hmm?"

Leaving her on the edge of an enormous orgasm he moved behind her, and slid his cock into her tight, soaking wet pussy. One long, deep thrust had him buried deep inside his beautiful plaything.

She felt incredible! 

He stayed motionless inside of her. Then he started to move. Easy, smooth strokes, his cock grasped the wet heat as she held him tight.

The pressure of his strokes increased—moving her gently, sliding her forward, and then back as he took another deep thrust. They were moving as one, lost in the wetness, and lost in the sinful whispers of her body as she took him further, deeper. 

She moaned from low in her throat – and the sound of his growl seemed a perfect accompaniment to the wet sounds of pleasure as he flexed his hips and teased her with his body. Desire threatened to overtake his control and undermine his will. 

"Oh Anna," he groaned.

She no longer heard a single name as Anna became Katherine who in turn became Eliza. She was lost in the make believe.

"Fuck me harder," she pleaded, "I want to feel you deeper, much deeper."

He was solidly erect and in her to the hilt. Eliza closed her eyes tightly, swaying to and fro with the strength of his thrusts, reveling in the friction of his cock against her soaking vaginal walls.

She was weakening. She must try and remember that this was a game and what part she was now playing. But the constant friction against her distended clitoris was becoming unbearable.

Her sense of reality was lost in the ecstasy. No-no she was disintegrating, she was over the edge and so near, so near, so near ….. 

He felt her tremble. He sensed her thighs tighten. He felt her need rise, and knew she was walking on the very edge of insanity. But this was not her night, it was his, and he wanted her to know it.

"Oh no, my darling Anna. Yes, you want to come, I can feel it in your body as I take what you promised I could have. So, my sweet, you'd like to let your body have the release it's clamoring for, wouldn't you? Is that what you want, my darling?" He waited for her almost violent nod.

"Well, not until we have discussed what to do about that bitch Katherine."

Eliza raised her head, and tossed her hair.

"Just FUCK me," she screamed.

The man leaned back and pulled almost fully out of her, leaving just an inch or so inside her body. An amused smile played over his lips as he leaned in and spoke over her shoulder. His lips brushed the naked skin of her neck.

"What shall we do with her," he asked as he resumed his strokes and started once more to fuck ‘Anna' slowly, agonisingly slowly.

"I, I don't know … oh please let me come."

"Come on you've got to help me decide," the slow fucking continued. Eliza was beyond reason and could not respond to the questions.

"Perhaps we could just kick her out of the house, get rid of her. There would be just you and me then."

He rode her a little deeper now.

"Or we could dream up some really awful torture that would rid us of her. That would teach her, what do you say Anna my love?"

"Ohh, yessss!"

"What, torture her?"

"Fuck me please."

"Tell me if we should just torture Katherine until she begs to be freed and agrees to leave you alone. Shall we, uh?"

"Ohhhhhhhh, yesssssssssssssssssss!"

As Eliza gloried in her orgasm the man nuzzled her neck.

"Okay, torture it will be then."

The following takes place on the 5th July between the hours of 13:00 and 14:00

Eliza hung in her bonds, lifeless and drained of all energy. She was silent for minutes on end - as was he.

Her latest orgasm had taken all of her strength and all she could feel was a slow ache inside her bladder. She had to pee and she had to pee now.

"Please, please let me go to the toilet. Anna wants to go to the toilet." 

The man looked up.

"Anna, my Anna," he muttered strangely incoherent. 

"I need to pee, please."

"Okay," the man decided," but no running away, do you understand?"

Eliza nodded. Reaching up the man unhooked the chain from the ceiling hook and unfastened Eliza's wrists. She stretched as the chains came loose, her whole body tingling with pins and needles as her circulation returned. Aching all over she stretched her glorious body to relieve herself of the tensions that were wound up inside of her.

"Over here," the man said indicating a door in the wall of the room behind him. Slowly Eliza walked towards him, the feeling of freedom strange to her after all those hours chained up.

Opening the door she saw a substantial wash room with a shower, toilet and basin. She entered the room and made as if to close the door behind her.

"I like to watch," said the man smiling.

"Please," she begged. Reluctantly he allowed the door to be shut.

"Get a shower," he yelled to her.

Eliza looked around. For the first time in hours she was alone, free from the constant abuse she had lived with for the past 12 hours or so.

Stripping off her waistcoat and bra she pissed a great long stream of relief inducing pee. Standing up she switched the dial and stepped into a strong, warm shower some of her aches began to drain away as the hot stream massaged her body and she savoured the wet, reviving heat.

Despite the sound of the water jets Eliza heard her captor shout for her to hurry up. Hastily she stepped out of the shower and dried herself. Fleetingly she pondered upon a possible escape, but there was no where to go. The room had no windows and outside was her torture chamber and her chief tormentor. No, the best plan was to gain his trust and confidence and force him to let her go. Or so she thought!

Eliza stepped out back into the cell. It was empty, he had gone. In the middle of the floor was a pile of clothes with a note saying "Put these on Anna my love and I'll be back soon."

The following takes place on the 5th July between the hours of 14:00 and 15:00

Keen to cover her naked body Eliza dressed quickly, struggling a little in the darkness. Looking down at the clothes he had left out for her she put on a new pair of sheer black stockings; then she drew on a basque, taking a deep breath as she fastened the little metal catches up the back. It was tight, almost too tight, but it gave her a wonderful feeling, combining a masochistic sensation of being constricted with the wanton pleasure of exhibitionism. The garment thrust her breasts upwards and outwards while accentuating the contrast between her waist and her hips. The little black thong he had left for her covered her pubic triangle, but little else. The dress slipped on over the underwear, a perfect fit.

Eliza stood straight and smoothed the dress down over her body. With her back to the door she didn't sense it open until she saw the beam of new light.

"Well, if it isn't my little whore Katherine," he mocked.

"I'm not a whore," Eliza replied indignantly, stunned by the fact that Katherine seemed to have reappeared in his mind. 

Her plan to have him let her go if she played the part of Anna often enough was completely undermined when he spoke of torturing Katherine because, of course, Anna and Katherine shared the same body – Eliza's!

He looked at her silently. It sent a shiver of apprehension down her spine.

"You'll be a whore if I say so," he said slowly. "Or are you going to argue with me?"

Eliza said nothing, she just stared at him defiantly. A muscle twitched at the corner of her mouth.

Eliza was silent. She knew he was deliberately provoking her, and that defiance would make it worse. Being Katherine was bad enough.

"Take off your dress and kneel over the bench," he said simply, pointing to a large, rough wooden bench in the corner of her cell.

"Please, let me go," she blinked the tears from her eyes—tears she had vowed until a moment ago to hold back. "I won't tell anyone where I was, or who you are."

He ran a finger over her soft lips, then lifted her chin. "And what would you tell anyone," he wondered, "even if you could?"

"Please, I'm…I'm famous," she resisted as he traced a line down her exposed cleavage, pausing to cup each covered breast. "And I have money…to pay you."

"Pay me?" he chuckled, sliding his hand down her thigh and up, under her dress, to caress her hip. "Surely you don't think this is about something as crude as money?"

The dry laughter chilled her more than all the other elements of her newfound captivity combined. If he didn't want dollars, what did that leave? If it was only about rape, then … there was nothing she could do except try to escape.

"I assure you," the man explained, using his free hand to tuck her hair behind her ear like she was some kind of fashion doll. "I have all the cash I need, and you're only the daughter of some secret agent – how much money do you think you have - Katherine." He spat out her name.

She was struck now that the man was still convinced she was Katherine Butler. Was it a game for the purpose of exercising his abuse of her or was he genuinely confused and where did Anna fit and how did Eliza get her persona back into play?

"I want to go home," she told him, her eyes wide and moist, "I'm scared. Will you please let me go?"

"So charming," he mused, returning to her erect nipples, this time pinching them vigorously through the material of her dress, between his thumb and forefinger. "So … sexy!"

"Ow! You're hurting me," Eliza squealed.

"Yes," he agreed. "And that's because I can. Better get used to that, Katherine Butler" he increased the pressure. "Because it will only get worse until you agree to leave Anna alone and tell me where your father is."

Eliza threw back her head and moaned. She'd never felt such an excruciating combination of mental and physical anguish in her life.

"Stop, please," she wailed. "I'll do whatever you tell me to…I won't fight you, I promise."

The man tugged downward on the tortured nipple, leaving Eliza in twisted agony. "But I do want you to fight, Katherine, it makes me so hot and …… erect!"

Eliza felt a moistening between her legs. This last word in particular seemed to cut right through her … she made him erect. He had already fucked her time after time and he seemed to be able to become hard again for her at will. She was running out of any sort of resistance.

Reluctantly, sensing no option, she did as she was told, removing first the dress and then the tight fitting black Basque. Allowing herself to be led to the bench she was fastened by each of her wrists to a strap at one end of the long wooden seat, then felt her legs pulled apart and buckled by the remaining straps around her thighs, just above her stocking tops. 

Eliza remained silent, preoccupied with what he was about to do to her. She was fastened face down with her sparsely covered bottom thrust out facing her attacker.

"Now Katherine, you whore, prepare yourself."

He went to a drawer and took from it a leather tawse, about two feet long.

"No, please leave me alo…. Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

She felt it swisshhhhh in the air then heard the crack as it smacked against her buttocks, landing with precision straight across the middle. Before the pain had properly sunk in she felt it smack again. The noise was disconcertingly loud. 

"Argghhhhh," she yelled, "please stop it."

After a few more blows she ceased to be aware of the sound it made. Her consciousness was confined to the searing pain across her bottom. At each blow now she whimpered, despite herself.

After perhaps a dozen blows he relented and untied her.

"Lie down on the floor," he said quietly. "But keep your stockings and thong on."

Quickly he threw off his shorts and took her in his arms. 

"I'm going to fuck you now slut!"

He lay on top of Eliza and pushed his cock inside her, not bothering to remove the tiny thong, simply pulling it to one side. He began to fuck her yet again, pulling himself almost out of her with each thrust, and then pausing slightly before thrusting back in as deep as he could go. The man had no difficulty restraining his own orgasm until he felt Eliza move under him and he heard her yell as she came once more. 

The following takes place on the 5th July between the hours of 15:00 and 16:00

Eliza awoke to the sound of a door closing. She had been sleeping but, from the way she felt, it certainly hadn't been for long. She looked around and saw that she was in a much lighter room. It had a window, and, despite the fact that the curtains were drawn, she could see sunlight. The light seemed to be fading a little and so she guessed it was probably late afternoon.

Suddenly there was a noise. She turned her head and saw the man standing at the end of the bed. As the memory of her most recent rape came clearly back to her Eliza started to scream and couldn't stop. 

"Not again, you can't do this again. Please can't you see that I'm tired?"

Compassionate hands held her shaking shoulders. Her head was lifted and the man gave her water to drink. She drank greedily, until he took the cup away.

"How's my Anna feeling? Nasty Katherine should give us no more trouble now, not after the way I just fucked her."

It had slowly dawned on Eliza that she was free. Not tied at all and dressed in a pair of tight grey shorts and a black vest top.

"Th .. th.. thank you," she mumbled, "Anna's fine."

"Does she love me? Do you love me Anna?"

Eliza looked up, her trembling lip threatening to reveal her fear.

"Y..y..yes, she loves you. I love you."

Eliza wasn't quite sure how, but she felt that being untied in a pleasantly lit bedroom, with some clothes on gave her the best chance yet to plot her escape. She had to gain and keep his trust and confidence and so once again Eliza became Anna.

The following takes place on the 5th July between the hours of 16:00 and 17:00

The young, beautiful actress knew that she had to escape. Her captor was a madman and who knows when or where this terrifying charade would stop. However as she glanced up and looked at him with her Anna style ‘come and get me' eyes she could see his burgeoning hard on and knew that she would have to pleasure him at least once more before he gave her any space in which to make a plan.

He could feel his cock throbbing. Her abductor reached inside his shorts and took it out. Kneeling down on the bed he gently forced her down onto her back and, moving his hand beneath the hem of her shorts, felt between her legs. Despite her fear and trepidation her slit oozed. 




My Longest Day Ch. 02



Rolling the grey material down her sleek tanned legs he split her thighs wide and slid inside her, holding her scorched, bruised buttocks in his hands. Savouring the moment, he fucked her slowly, and she moaned softly as he thrust in and out with ever quickening pace, crying gentle tears at the thought of being raped yet again.

Then he removed his cock and his hand had brushed against her thigh. 

"Ohhh, Please" she whimpered, not knowing whether that was a ‘please stop' or ‘please don't stop'. 

A hand stroked her thigh down the inside getting perilously close to her cunt and then moving up cupped and played with her breasts, gently twisting and pulling at her nipple through the lycra material. 

"Please" she moaned. "Please don't." He stopped. 

"Thank you" she whispered. "Thank you." 

Her relief was short-lived. His hand was on her thigh again. Insistently, slowly a finger traced a line to the very edge of her labia. 

"Please" she sobbed "please." 

Then a finger ran along Eliza's slit. Back and forth it rocked. 

"Please. Please" she whimpered like a scolded puppy. She was terrified; she knew her body was responding. She hated it, but the carefully positioned finger gently stimulating her aroused Eliza – aroused Anna. She could feel herself becoming moist and, ohhhhh how she was opening up to that finger. 

It slid without resistance into her. A shock went through her body as it touched her clit. She tensed her body and realised in despair that she had thrust her hips up to meet his touch. His delving digit was deep into her. She pulled back but the finger followed.

"Please don't" she begged as another joined it. They squeezed hard circling inside her pussy and then slowly, oh so slowly, Eliza started to respond. Her hips were beyond her conscious control as they ground against his fingers. She pushed towards them, all the while begging for it to stop. But she wondered whether her body or her mind was right. She could feel the heat rising between her thighs and Eliza knew that she was about to explode, to melt. Her nipples were painful her stomach on fire and then without warning his fingers were gone. 

She sighed in relief and disappointment. And then …..

"Ohhhh F..U..C..K..", his tongue was on her clit. 

Eliza could feel unshaven cheeks rasping against the sensitive skin at the top of her thighs. He was sucking her swollen bursting clit between his lips, the tip of his tongue gently flicking against it. She felt his teeth, nipping gently. And then, in the midst of her despair, she had the best orgasm of her young life.

The following takes place on the 5th July between the hours of 17:00 and 18:00

What seemed like an eternity later, exhausted and satiated, Eliza lay motionless. The scent of her arousal was still floating heavily in the air. She was horrified and deeply ashamed that he had made her a writhing moaning animal. Whoever he was he had used her just as he wanted and she had hated it. But yet she had loved it. Confused and frightened Eliza lay with her soaking thighs wide open worrying what was to happen to her now and how she might start to plot her escape.

She felt a lazy stirring beside her.

He put his arms around Eliza and held her tightly. Reaching down he then pulled her shorts gently up over her bottom, and kissed her face, tasting the salt tears.

"I love you Anna," he said. 

"What's your name?" she breathed quietly, returning his embrace.

He froze and instantly she sensed that she had not made a good move.

"You bitch, you've come back. Fucking Katherine, you've come back. Where's my Anna? She wouldn't have asked questions like you!"

Eliza closed her eyes. She wore the look of a girl beyond hope.

The man put his arms around her and pinched and twisted her vest covered nipples until she cried out in pain. Then he slid one hand down her belly, tugged down her shorts and massaged her wet sensitive vulva.

"You fucking cunt, I'll make you wish you'd never come back."

Eliza was terrified. He really was a madman.

She struggled and moaned as his assault on her breasts continued.

"You like it, don't you bitch?" he whispered in her ear. "Just like when I fucked your hot cunt, before. You liked it then and you like it now, don't you?"

"Please," Eliza begged.

The man jammed his hardened prick into Eliza's already well used pussy. Her body stiffened, and then trembled.

He fucked her slowly, all the while whispering words of abuse. And when he came, finally satisfying his pent up lust, he bit the back of her neck until he tasted blood.

"That's just for starters Katherine, you bitch," he spat wiping his cock on her tanned flesh. Eliza cried out as the full palm of his hand slapped heavily down on her gorgeous face.

The following takes place on the 5th July between the hours of 18:00 and 19:00

The man sat in the living area of the house in which he held Eliza Collins prisoner. Thinking her to be Katherine Butler he had set to abusing her gorgeous body. Finally, temporarily exhausted he had left her, shattered, on the bed. He now sat alone, in an adjoining room, gathering together his strength so that he could continue to enjoy the services of his beautiful captive.

"Come here Katherine you slut," he shouted towards the bedroom. Slowly Eliza appeared reluctantly at the doorway her hands tied behind her back and her torn black vest hanging in tatters around her stunning body.

Eliza's breasts were bruised from their obvious mauling and the man's bite marks covered them. Semen covered her inner thighs from where he had clearly sodomized her.

"Come here bitch." 

He watched the terrified young actress walk gingerly towards him her eyes riveted to his. Just as she stood facing him his left hand wound itself into her hair and twisted until she dropped to one knee. Then, in an attempt to revive her from her post-rape subconscious state he slapped her hard across the face. 

Reaching for a bowl of cold water he threw the freezing contents onto Eliza as she knelt at his feet. Whilst she spluttered and coughed he grabbed her hair and lifted her up until she was kneeling before him, her face at his groin.

"Listen to me bitch and listen well! You will suck me now and if I as much as feel your teeth there will be plenty more from where that last lot came. Got it?"

Poor frightened Eliza nodded. 

She had no defiance left in her as she knelt, waiting for her captor to continue his torment.

He pulled his flaccid prick from his shorts and, positioning himself in front of the stunning actress, he placed his cock against her lips. She submissively opened her mouth and took him inside. Against the feel of her warm lips and tongue his cock began to pulse and harden.

Eliza had given oral sex before and knew how to use her tongue. Moving her head the man's cock slipped in and out of her soft lips.

"Damn you're a real good cock-sucker, bitch," he laughed as he watched Eliza working on his prick. Suddenly he pulled his cock from her mouth, pushed her down onto her back and mounted the poor girl once again.

She screamed as her full body weight fell back onto her tied arms. 

He enjoyed the pain he caused her as he forced himself inside Eliza's raw pussy, fucking her until her juices finally flowed and he could thrust easily in and out.

After a short while of hard, fast shagging the man pulled out his throbbing cock and, yelling some final words of abuse at his poor victim, ejaculated copiously onto Eliza's stomach.

"I hate you Katherine Butler but you're the best fuck I've ever had," He mocked.

Eliza closed her eyes and sobbed, before exhaustion finally led her into a fitful, nightmare filled, sleep.

The following takes place on the 5th July between the hours of 19:00 and 20:00

Eliza awoke to a wave of pleasure. 

"Ohhhh. Unnnhhh," she moaned. Her body tightened as she felt the warm stimulation of water hitting her pussy. Not yet aware of where she was, all she could do was revel in the pleasure. 

"Aaaahhhh. Oooooohhhh," she continued to moan. She had not yet opened her eyes; all the young actress could sense was the powerful jet stream of water that was virtually raping her. 

After several minutes, the water pressure subsided to a low stream, allowing the stimulated Eliza to take in her surroundings. She opened her eyes to the realization that she was in a very compromising position.

She appeared to be in a shower which was no more than three feet by three feet in size. White tile was all around her. The beautiful blonde was lying on the floor of the shower; her wrists and ankles were pulled upwards and shackled somehow to the four corners.

She had been stripped of the tattered remnants of the black Lycra vest and was now completely naked. A jet spray-style showerhead jutted out of the wall in front of her and was pointed down, directly at her exposed pussy. 

Eliza could feel the warm water penetrating her opening. Although not as pleasurable as the stream that brought her out of her sleep, it nevertheless excited her. She collected her thoughts and began to feel a knot of trepidation in her stomach as she remembered where she was and the continuous rape of her gorgeous body over the last few hours.

Eliza was still trapped, and now at the mercy of this elaborate masturbation device. She had no choice but to enjoy the liquid penetration.

A couple of minutes later, as if on some sort of timing device, the stream of water became more powerful, shooting a full blast at Eliza's pussy.

"Uuuuunnnnnhhhhh!" she yelped. The change in pressure had taken her by surprise. The water was beating upon her sensitive opening, her clit was being bombarded by the irresistible stimulant. Eliza's naked body, tortured as it was, became overwhelmed with pleasure. As the beautiful feeling increased she had no choice but to come; her body exploded in sweet orgasm. 

The chained shackles kept her in place as she writhed.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" Eliza yelled as she felt the orgasmic contractions.

Before she had calmed from the wave of lust fuelled orgasm she could feel another climax coming. The water pressure had not changed; it was still raping her continuously. However, Eliza did notice that the water temperature had risen and now steam was beginning to collect in the small shower. 

The heat of the water only amplified the sensations as the bound actress came a second time. 

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh fuccckkkk meeeeeeeeeeee!" 

Eliza was totally overpowered by the water spray as the feelings of climax raced through her body. She took deep, heavy breaths but the orgasm continued until she began to feel light-headed. 

The increased temperature mixed with her shortage of breath was making Eliza weak. She was becoming disoriented, unable to concentrate. The shower was becoming a sauna. Her body went limp as she took another deep breath and a third orgasm began.

Finally, soaked through and thoroughly satisfied Eliza passed out from the heat, blissfully unaware as the man entered her white tiled prison.

The following takes place on the 5th July between the hours of 20:00 and 21:00

The man licked his lips as he looked down at his naked, unconscious victim. Lifting her motionless body he bound Eliza's hands and fastened her onto the ceiling hook in the room where her ordeal had started all those hours ago.

She was completely dry, having been pulled from her erotic shower just a short while ago, and, cleansed of the semen and blood from her recent experiences, she looked absolutely beautiful. The bite marks and bruises still adorned her breasts and neck and the man could feel himself hardening once more.

Eliza's head slumped forward as she hung in position, secured in place once more. Her captor gently stroked her cheek before pinching her right nipple. The stunning actress snapped into consciousness.

"Unnhh!" she moaned. 

Slowly opening her eyes, she saw the man standing before her. 

"Wha...what are you doing?" she asked weakly.

"I know what you are doing bitch!" he spat.

"Y..y..you know what?" Eliza stammered.

"Don't play innocent with me Katherine Butler. I know that you and Anna are working together against me."

"Anna and …… what are you talking about you mad bastard, I'm Eliza, Zaza, not one of those characters, get a grip…." then, more weakly, "Please, get a grip."

"Shut up slut," he slapped her face, "It's too late for pleading. First you, and then that whore Anna, will be punished."

He grabbed Eliza's hair and pulled her head back. She looked at him, a final plea in her eyes, as he stuffed a pair of white panties deeply into her mouth then clamped his hand across her face to stop her spitting them out. 

He paced around Eliza, staring inquisitively at her frightened face as he rubbed his hands over her smooth tanned, sensitive, beaten flesh whilst taking up the handle of an evil looking whip. 

Terrified once again she pulled at her wrists but they were held fast and she could not move them at all. She kicked out her legs in desperation but before she knew what was happening Eliza felt a stinging blow across her back as the whip came down. 

Whack! 

She stretched out her body in agony and shock, shaking her head from side to side as the pain cut into her skin and sent a smarting fire deep inside her. 

Whack! 

The whip fell even harder and, as the pain burned through her, she stretched her lovely skin out as far as she could. Eliza struggled and pulled against her bondage but she was unable to break free and unable to scream. 

Whack! Whack! Whack! 

The whip came down across her bare back remorselessly, each blow laying a thin red mark across her smooth skin. She wriggled and pulled in desperation but the whip kept slashing down. 

Whack! Whack! Whack! 

Every time it fell across her back she tightened more and her whole body felt on fire. 

Whack! Whack! Whack! 

She felt her eyes filling with tears and, as she was overcome with the pain and felt herself falling into unconsciousness, she bit hard onto the panties that plugged her dribbling mouth. 

Finally the punishment ended and the man stood back. Once more he prowled around the semi conscious Eliza, running his fingers along the red lines that were raised across her delicate skin. 

He pulled her head back and stared up into the girl's beautiful face. The spit-soaked panties hung from her open mouth.

"I hope you are beginning to learn your lesson slut, because now it's the turn of that whore-bitch friend of yours Anna. I'll see you again later."

He reached up and unhooked Eliza's hands from the ceiling and she fell to the ground. He reached down and untied her chafed wrists, then, looking down at her laying on the dusty floor, he left and locked the door behind him. 

The following takes place on the 5th July between the hours of 21:00 and 22:00

Eliza lay slumped on the floor of her cell, alone. She could hardly believe what had happened to her that day and she trembled with shame and embarrassment, as a new wave of exhaustion engulfed her. She tried to drag herself up from the floor but it was hopeless and, when the young actress reached around to her back, she felt the painful cuts of the whip still burning on her skin. Eliza's soaked panties fell from her mouth onto the floor and she picked them up. Calling upon her last ounces of strength she decided to put them on although they were wet from her spit and stuck to her legs as she pulled them up. When she drew them against her pussy the moist material stuck to her flesh. Eliza's stomach filled with anxiety as she thought of the way she had been humiliated and the surge of nervousness increased as she thought of how she felt now, in the aftermath. Pleasure or pain? Which had been the overriding emotion – she clearly was confused.

She played absently with a silver identity bracelet on her wrist, wondering why she found it comforting now of all times. It was a gift from her parents and had her nickname, Zaza, engraved on the inside. She realised how alone she was, she had no one to turn to in her plight. The thought that she might never again see her friends and parents again caused tears to well up in her eyes and she hung her head and fidgeted nervously not knowing what to expect next.

He had said that it was Anna's turn, but Anna and Katherine were the same person. Her, Eliza, and there was no way that she could stand any more of this mad man's torture. 

She wriggled her bottom and felt the thin material of the damp and torn panties pulling up against the soft folds of flesh between her legs. She lifted herself slightly and pulled it away and, as it peeled back, she felt a warm moistness holding it between the soft furrows of her pussy. Eliza felt the delicate skin tingling as the thin material clung to it and she felt a warm and growing wetness spreading across its swelling edges. 

The gorgeous blond star felt shocked and ashamed and dropped herself back onto the floor in despair, but she was unable to stop her fingers working eagerly between the soft petals of her swollen, receptive cunt, and powerless to draw them away again.

Surprised by how turned on she was becoming Eliza hesitated. Then she extended a finger and gingerly touched her pussy once more. She was shocked by how wet she felt, but even more surprised at the pleasure that her own touch gave to her, especially as she had just been painfully flagellated. She began to rub herself, circling her fingers around her clitoris, which had become so very hard.

"Oh, fuck I'm c..c..c.., yessssssss!" Eliza hissed through the lips that she was frantically chewing. And she did cum, hard and painfully gloriously. 

Eliza lay still, breathing heavily until she had recovered from the satisfying, pulsating orgasm. 

Suddenly the door to the room opened and there he was once more. He looked down at his captive beauty and smiled when he saw what she had been doing.

"Come Anna. You know how disappointed I am that I have to do this to you. Your friend Katherine had it coming, but you, well for you I had such high hopes."

"Please no, no more. I'm not Anna or Katherine, I'm just Eliza and if you hurt me anymore then you'll finish me off. I'm so weak, please just leave me alone."

But it was Anna's turn now, and a quick glance at the length of white rope as it was tied around her wrists once more before being looped over the ceiling hook told her she was to be whipped in stretched suspension from her wrists in just the same way that ‘Katherine' had been. Once again Eliza felt her arms extended until her gorgeous figure was struggling to conserve some support from her toes that just grazed the floorboards. 

Eliza's superb, perfectly-built body tightened into a column of sweating, terrified nakedness, her muscles, thighs and rich curves of tanned flesh quivering under the tension. Her perfect breasts, although wrenched upwards by the haul of her arms, still swelled erotically as if readying themselves for the whip. The young actress's rib cage formed a sharp ridge above her flat belly and below was the tight, soaked material of her brief white panties covering Eliza's perfect mound of pubic flesh. 

As the man moved behind her, Eliza twisted her neck in a vain attempt to try and follow the preparations, only to feel his hand stroking her rounded bottom over the flimsy white material, letting his fingers probe her bottom cheeks and then stroke sensitively along the aroused slit of her overused vagina, which, surprisingly, he found moistening once more.

He wandered casually round to the front of Eliza.

"Look down at the floor Anna. I want you to feel suitably ashamed at what you have forced me to do."

For some inexplicable reason Eliza felt the need to comply and almost felt her own submissiveness take over along with a strange feeling of guilt. And although her face was suitably downcast as instructed, she knew her captor's eyes would be scrutinising her luscious body. 




My Longest Day Ch. 02



"How many lashes Anna, how many do you deserve for deceiving me?"

"Please no more," Eliza uttered in a barely audible whisper. Her face was still cast down towards the floor. 

"Silence slut," he ordered, "look at me."

Slowly, Eliza raised her eyes until she looked directly into those of the man. A cruel smile curled at the edges of his lips and was echoed in his dark eyes. She shook with dread at the thought of what he would do to her and she knew that, whatever it was, it would be too much for her broken body. Then a fresh spasm of fear shuddered through Eliza as she saw the heavy whip he held in his hand. The lash was a metre and a half long and as thick as her thumb. 

The beautiful actress gritted her teeth, clenched her fists and prepared for the ordeal to come. Strangely, she felt a stirring in her loins and a dampness manifest itself in her vagina. Her labial lips began to swell and become hard. 

"Bitch." Swisshhhhh. Crack. 

The heavy lash sped through the air and curled across her bottom tearing her brief thong and leaving a line of fire where it had struck. 

"Slut." Swisshhhhh. Cracckkkk. A second line of fire joined the first.

"Arrrggghhhhhhhhh." 

"Bitch." Swisshhhhh. Cracckkkk. 

"Fuccckkkkkkk!!"

Eliza's body writhed in on the ropes as the lash struck and an agonising groan escaped her tightly closed lips. Swisshhhhh. Crack. Unable to control herself any longer, a cry of distress surged from the the stunning girl's throat. She felt her body's betrayal grow as her nipples hardened and the wetness between her thighs increased. 

"Whore." Swisshhhhh. Cracckkkk. 

The verbal abuse spitting from his lips before every lash only compounded the strange feeling of arousal that was building inside of Eliza. A shrill scream echoed around the room and, as the onslaught briefly subsided, she felt his hand slide between her thighs and a finger rub against her pussy sampling her arousal.

"Bitch." Swisshhhhh. Crack. 

Again the leather lashed across her soft buttocks. That made six, she told herself. The soft white material of her panties now hung loosely around her groin held in place only by the moisture from her pussy. 

"Slag." Swisshhhhh, Cracckkkk. 

"Bitch." Swisshhhhh. Crack. 

The plaited leather thong added another two lines of agony to those already burning in her cheeks. Eliza felt the whip burn further into the rising welts from her ‘Katherine's' flogging. She squirmed as each lash struck wringing a loud scream from her which rebounded from the walls of her dark cell. 

"Fuck-toy." Cracckkkk. 

As the cloud of pain into which she was gradually sinking took control of her mind Eliza did not hear the next whistling approach of the whiplash. Caught by surprise, she was unable to control her reaction. Instead of screaming, she started to whimper like a whipped animal. 

Crackkkkkkkkkkkkkk.

"Oh, fuccckkkkkkkkk!" That was ten her mind registered.

A sheen of glistening sweat covered her body. She turned her pain contorted face towards her captor, her eyes pleading with him for the mercy that her mind knew would not be granted. She sensed him reach around her body and felt his hands on her naked breasts and between her legs. There was no disguising the hardness of her nipples and the juices that were now flowing freely from her aching cunt.

"Now for a little alteration Anna, my sweet," he mocked.

To her horror Eliza felt her legs forced wide apart and a metal bar was fastened between her ankles. He reached down to her groin and easily tore away the remnants of the tattered white thong.

"No please don't," she whispered quietly – pathetically.

This position forced her buttocks apart; the cheeks widely separated placing her small pink bud and pussy lips on full display. The short respite from the lash had enabled the cloud of pain to disperse a little so Eliza was fully conscious of the erotic posture into which she had been forced. 

"Bitch." Swisshhhhh. Cracckkkk. 

This time she had heard the lash whistle through the air before she felt the impact. No longer could she squeeze her thighs together to ease the pain. 

"Can you stand this anymore Anna? Can you?"

She could not but nor did she have the strength to tell him so.

More strokes that she knew she could not avoid but which she must absorb. She had no choice.

"Slut." Swisshhhhh. Crack. 

"Whore." Swisshhhhh. Cracckkkk. 

Eliza screamed her agony as each stroke blazed another line of fire across her already searing bottom. 

"Bitch." Swisshhhhh. Cracckkkk. 

The plaited thong continued the assault on her bottom, no longer as a punishment, but merely to please the man.

"One more and you should be really wet for me," he mocked.

Through her tear filled eyes, she saw the smile of sheer delight on her captor's mouth as he raised the whip high above his head. He saw his ‘Anna' writhe and squirm in terror but she was too securely held. 

"This is for deceiving me you bitch," he spat.

"Swwwiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiishhhhhhhhh, craccckkkkkkk!!!"

"Nooooooooo, fuuuuccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"

The heavy plaited lash sped through the air and landed expertly between her spread cheeks raising a line of fire which covered her exposed bottom and pussy. A shrill scream echoed long and loud around the room as her gorgeous body danced under the heavy weight of the spreader bars with the exquisite agony of his last stroke.

Eliza's gorgeous body looked stunning covered in red welts. He had barely broken the skin, just the odd droplet of blood here and there, but she was on fire – with both pleasure and pain. Eliza hated both herself and her tormentor for the feelings she had right now.

He placed the well used whip onto the dusty floor and walked out of the room. Eliza had seen the solid outline of his bulging erection and knew, even in her pain filled mind, what was to follow.

The following takes place on the 5th July between the hours of 22:00 and 23:00

The young actress lay on the cold, cell floor grateful for the short respite she had been allowed in order to regain some sort of control of herself. 

One of the most terrifying aspects of her time in captivity was that she had found it both fearsome and exhilarating. She had been punished for no evident motive, no apparent reason that she could fathom, other than his obvious obsession with her TV and film personas. Yet somehow, she felt alive and released from any sexual hang up that she had ever had. She had certainly never enjoyed so many gloriously ecstatic orgasms as she had today.

The door opened. He was back. She gulped.

"Hello, again, Eliza."

She looked up somewhat stunned to hear the use of her real name.

"Don't look surprised Zaza baby; I know who you are and I more than aware of what we have been doing."

"Wh… what we have been doing?" she stammered incredulously.

"Yes, my sweet, I know you aren't Katherine or Anna. But it was a good game wasn't it," he smiled patronizingly, "and thank you for playing."

Why was he telling her this now? Was it over? If so, is that a good thing or a bad thin? What would he do to her? All of these questions flashed through her mind in a split second.

"So, now we approach the end of My Longest Day hours and that has clear significance in my game doesn't it?"

A hand stroked her thigh down the inside getting perilously close to her pussy and then moved to play with her breasts, gently twisting and pulling at her nipples. 

"Please" she moaned. "Please don't." 

It stopped.

"Thank you" she whispered. "Thank you." 

Her relief was short-lived. The hand was on her thigh again. Insistently, slowly, a finger traced a line to the very edge of her labia. 

"Please" she sobbed "please". Then the same finger ran along Eliza's slit. Back and forth it slid.

"Please. Please" she whimpered like a trapped puppy. She was terrified but she knew that her body was responding. She hated it, but the erotic finger, gently stimulating her, aroused her very, very much. 

"If you make love to me one last time as Eliza you will be home in a couple of hours. What do you say?"

She could feel she was becoming moist and, oh no, she was opening up to his finger. It slid, without resistance, into her. A shock went through her body as he touched her clit. She tensed her body and realised, in despair, that she had thrust her hips up. 

"So, is it a deal?"

The finger was deep inside her. She pulled back but the finger followed. 

"Please don't" she begged as another joined it. 

They squeezed her most sensitive spot. Then slowly, oh so slowly, she could not help but respond. Her hips were beyond her conscious control as they ground against the fingers. She pushed towards them, all the while begging for them to stop. But she wondered whether her body or her mind was right. She could feel the heat rising. She knew she was about to explode, to melt. Her nipples were painful her stomach on fire and then without warning the fingers were gone. 

She sighed with both relief and disappointment. And then a thrill caused her to strain up. His tongue was on her clit. She could feel unshaven cheeks rasping against the sensitive skin at the top of her thighs. He was sucking her swollen bursting clit between his lips, the tip of his tongue gently flicking against it. Eliza felt his teeth, nipping gently. She wanted to come.

"Will you?" he teased her clit once more.

She was beyond control now.

There was no way Eliza wanted to aid him in her own rape. Yet, she feared for her life. A soft voice whispered in her head that is she should just give him what he wanted. 

He continued to toy with her.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmm,."

If she closed her eyes and blocked it all out and let him fuck her, he would let her go, and she would never have to endure this again. 

"Fuck me baby, come on Zaza. Let me have you."

"Ohh, fuckkkk," she moaned moving ever nearer to an overwhelming climax.

As the seconds ticked by, she felt more and more certain that to agree to his demands was her best chance of surviving this ordeal. And she was still on the edge of ecstasy. 

So when the man smiled at her and uttered softly, 

"Well?" 

She obediently spread her legs, closed her eyes, and whispered, "Yes, yes, yes. I will. Oh please make me come!"

He was inside her instantly. The feeling was... incredible. Because she had consented this time it was more like her fantasies, only more potent, more real. She was terribly frightened, but the fear made the pleasurable sensations even stronger, and she felt her body begin to respond to the man who was riding her, pleasuring her, fucking her.

Eliza tried to block it all out, to ignore the now familiar sensations of the stranger between her legs, and instead concentrate only on the feeling inside her, the incredible sensations. 

The thought of being taken this way increased her pleasure, and she let out a deep moan. The man grunted, obviously enjoying himself. Eliza felt a hand caress her breasts and the man's slender strong fingers teased and caressed her tits, molding and squeezing them roughly, making her whimper, then abruptly resuming his gentler teasing caresses.

Eliza bit her lip, trying to fight the overwhelming pleasure building up within her. She was nearing a climax, the likes of which she had never experienced before. A part of her felt a deep shame that a stranger was able to take her to such heights so easily.

Suddenly, she knew she had to fight it, she had to resist him, she had to fight the sensations, and fight this mad man with all her strength. 

He was about to make her come, and she had agreed to it. If she lost control to him, if she climaxed, having given her consent, riding his cock, she knew, somehow, that he would own her. Struggling she began fighting desperately, trying to push him off, trying to hold out against his relentless pumping, shouting, screaming her denial of submission to this man.

"N-n-n-no! You can't make me!" she screamed, bucking wildly to push him off. "I won't come for you! No.. NO! Stop it! Somebody, help me! Help me! Please!! Fuck, get off me! Stop it you fucking bastard! GET the FUCK OFF MEEEEE!!!" 

He was much stronger and heavier than she, and all her bucking did was force him deeper and harder into her soaking pussy, rocketing her closer to a sizzling release even faster than before. Undaunted, the man leaned forward, whispering softly into her ear.

"You can't fight me, Zaza," he said, his breath ragged. "You can't resist me. I own your sweet little body, and I own YOU. I'm going to kiss you now, and, if you value your freedom, I want you to look deep into my eyes when I do. And you're going to come harder and stronger than you've ever come before in your whole fucking life!" 

With that, he pulled her face up to his and kissed her deeply, forcing her lips apart and snaking his tongue deep inside her mouth. Eliza's eyes snapped open, and she gazed deep into the man's eyes. Into his handsome face.

Eliza cried out then, ignoring the agonised raking of her whipped flesh on the rough cell floor, letting the erotic wave of orgasmic pleasure wash over her, arching her back painfully as everything faded from view, everything but the image of this strong, dominant, controlling man, her captor, her lover, and her torturer, all rolled into one. 

And then, in despair, she had the best orgasm of her short life.

The sensations overwhelmed her and she shuddered, uncontrollably for several minutes as orgasm after orgasm ran through her body. 

Unable to hold on much longer, the man pumped away inside her until he felt her clench him tight in orgasm yet again, and then he joined her, shooting his load deep inside Eliza's hot wet, willing slit. 

Gasping for breath, he held her tightly, lovingly as they both drifted slowly back down to earth.

The following takes place on the 5th July between the hours of 23:00 and My Longest Day:00

Her return to consciousness was slow and painful. Head throbbing, Eliza blinked her eyes open carefully. Wherever she was, it was dark and cool, yet she could feel the soft mattress beneath her back. It had a vague familiarity. Rolling her head, she gazed blankly at her naked arm, and was relieved to discover that she was not bound in any way.

Then, as Eliza's eyes adjusted to the surroundings she realised that she was at home, once more in her own bedroom, on her own bed.

Exhaustion swept through her, regardless of her period of unconsciousness, and her eyes fell shut again, however, sleep wasn't forthcoming. Her body began to make its aches and pains known. 

She also realized that she was naked, covered only with a quilt. 

Experimentally she moved her legs, feeling the ache between her thighs from the extreme overuse her pussy had received during this memorable day.

Sitting nervously up Eliza looked around the darkened room, but it seemed fine, she was once again safe. She lay back and listened to the sounds outside of her bedroom window. A car screeching away and the chatter and laughter of a couple returning home drifted in through the glass. They were so close to her, only a wall separating them, yet they had no idea what she had just been through. In fact when she thought about it neither did she. It all now seemed like a dream or at least it would do if it wasn't for her aching legs and throbbing bottom. Reaching under her body Eliza gingerly touched the raw welts, a severe reminder of her recent experiences. 

Despite the soreness inside her bottom, which still throbbed from her buggering and the beating, and her pussy, Eliza tried to give herself over to some much needed sleep but it was slow coming. Her mind floated back over the past twenty four hours since she had been so violently taken from the supposed security of her own home. 

The pictures of her being fucked and whipped played out in her mind's eye and she felt a warm and somewhat worrying tingle in her stomach. She was different to the girl who had been abducted only a day ago and whether that was a good thing or not she was not sure. 

As these thoughts floated across her drowsy mind she fell into a peaceful and refreshing sleep.

THE END

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My Longest Day



The man chuckled, a deep, throaty sound without real humour. ‘Not who?' he said picking up on where her sentence had stopped. ‘For the next few hours Zaza baby, you're who ever I want you to be?'

Eliza watched in stunned silence as he turned and walked away from her towards the door. She saw him twist the knob and switch off the light.

"No please, leave me some light," she begged as the door closed behind him leaving her hanging, bound and uncertain as to the exact nature of her immediate fate.

The following takes place on the 5th July between the hours of 06:00 and 07:00

Eliza's body ached. She had only been suspended for a half hour or so but it felt like an age. The time was passing very slowly and she knew that the ache would soon become intolerable. She was also scared, very scared. Her back was already feeling very stretched from its enforced posture and her thigh muscles began to tremble. Carefully Eliza eased herself down onto the soles of her feet to ease the strain on her wrists, but she just could not stand properly and her attempts simply increased the pull on her arms. She realised that she would have to keep alternating her position slightly to share the burden of strain between her stiff limbs.

"Help … please, is anyone there?" she called out at the top of her voice, but only the deadened sounds of her own words echoed back to her. There was no other sound save for the creaking of the thick hook chain upon which she was suspended. There was not a glimmer of light and Eliza felt alone and isolated. She began to cry. Eliza Collins, famous, sexy young actress stood, on the tips of her toes, bound and helpless waiting for whatever her hideous abductor chose to do to her next.

She had been subjected to her confinement for almost an hour when she heard a faint sound. Eliza's eyes darted upwards at the noise. It was the first sound that she had heard since the man left the room. Her back and neck in particular ached intolerably. Her stretched arms burned, and her thighs ached thoroughly. The restrictions on her body were sending her mad.

Suddenly light flooded the room. Blinking her eyes furiously against the painful brightness she saw the man's smiling face in the doorway. There was nowhere to go to shrink away from him, she was bound and suspended from a ceiling hook. Slowly he walked towards her viewing his prisoner's beauty from every angle. He stopped moving when he was behind her and, try as she might, she couldn't quite turn her head to see what he was up to. He savoured the sight of her shapely back down to the graceful swell of her curvaceous buttocks. She shuddered as he trailed a long finger down her spine, down past the hem of her waistcoat and over the exciting expanse of naked flesh that was on show between the bottom of the brown velvet material and the top of her low hung faded, blue jeans. Then the finger slowly crept under the top of the tight fitting denim.

"No please."

He loved the way she winced and begged as he pushed lightly against the enticing gap between her lovely smooth skin and the jeans.

"You've got a gorgeous bottom," he remarked much to her discomfort.

Eliza shuddered in disgust as he moved the tip of his finger in small circular motions on her back.

Moving round to the front of his helpless victim he stared into her face feeling a stirring in his groin as her eyes lowered to avoid his gaze. Reaching out he touched the top of her waistcoat.

"No, don't …. touch me ….please," she begged. His fingers twisted the top button of her waistcoat loose revealing another inch of her superb cleavage.

"Oh yesss!" he hissed lustfully.

She gulped, fearing the worst.

Then, to her surprise, he moved away once more. Eliza watched as her tormentor closed the door behind him and left her, alone in the dark without a sound penetrating her prison.

Time once more passed slowly in her ponderous isolation. Her legs were in knots screaming for release and, with white knuckles, she gripped the ropes binding her wrists in an attempt to relieve the pain on her lower limbs. The sound of silence was, once again, her only companion.

The following takes place on the 5th July between the hours of 07:00 and 08:00

In total distress Eliza hung whimpering in the blackness of the strange room. Her shoulders were strained, her legs hurt and her whole body felt like it existed in a different universe. Streaks of tears had forged a path down her beautiful cheeks. Once more she watched, frozen with fear, as the door opened and in an instant her assailant stood behind her. Placing his hands on the fullness of her denim clad buttocks, he gave her a little push, laughing as her toes left the floor, and her body swung forward on the chains holding her arms over her head. He laughed softly, and swung his hand in a high arc, connecting with her gorgeous bottom as she swung back in place. 

"Owwwwww," she cried out. 

Eliza whimpered at the pain his hand left behind. She was nothing more than a toy to be used. The thought electrified her even though her mind screamed that she was a girl, not an object. 

His hands steadied her body and reached up to adjust the chains just enough to allow her feet to settle flat on the floor. He smiled at Eliza's sigh of relief as her screaming muscles eased. He knelt behind her and attached ankle restraints to, hitherto unseen, rings embedded in the concrete floor -- stretching her legs about three feet apart. She was now secured tightly from wrist and ankle by steel and rope. Her legs were spread, open and accessible.  Just the way he liked her. 

"Beautiful, you are absolutely beautiful." 

For as long as he wanted her to be Eliza was truly his, and they both knew it. Yet her spirit still remained intact. She was a strong girl, Eliza told herself, and she would fight if necessary.

But right at this moment she was terrified and she knew that his control over her was complete.

He circled her again, his hand warm on her velvet clad breasts. Her breath caught when he closed his grip and squeezed her rounded globes. 

"No, please, no," she begged quietly. 

Then, once again, he moved away from her and out of the room. Eliza barely had time to register the fact that he had left when the door swung open again and the man returned with a trolley upon which stood a TV. Eliza was confused.

"Sit and watch my dear Katherine and see what you have been doing to me and then watch Anna as she asks me to fuck her."

Eliza knew now that it was no good. He was playing a game, his game, and she wasn't going to be able to stop him.

He approached her once more.

"Watch Katherine, watch what you do to me."

Again he moved away, this time towards the TV, and pressed play on the inbuilt video. Eliza watched as scenes from the first series of My Longest Day, that had been taped and edited together, were played out on the screen before her. She watched as her character, Katherine Butler, was dragged into a van and bound and gagged. She watched with an ever increasing sense of horror as Kathy was thrown into the back of the vehicle and she watched as the screen slipped into slow motion emphasizing the swell of her loosely covered heaving breasts as she ran down a street and away from her kidnappers. It was clear to Eliza that her own kidnapper associated a very violent and aggressive context to Katherine. A point that became even clearer as the next taped scenes revealed her friend Jennifer being hit by a car and Katherine being grabbed by large, strong male arms and dragged away.

"So you see bitch," said the man as he circled behind her once more, "where is he, where is Joe Butler?" he yelled the name of her screen father and yanked on her hair, pulling her head back.

"Please," Eliza whimpered, "I'm just Eliza Collins, not Katherine nor Anna."

"Don't mess with me you slut," he hissed. "Just watch this". 

He returned to the paused video and pressed it once more to play. 

Again Eliza watched as this time her role from "The Woodland Nymph" was replayed in edited clips on the small screen in front of her. She saw Anna strip whilst being watched through the window. She saw the skimpy red thong and the pendulous droop of her obviously naked breasts. She watched Anna kneel up on the bed in the recently trashed room, remove her waistcoat and toy with the lace fastening holding up her tight white jeans. Then she heard the line that had clearly triggered the situation in which she found herself.

"Do you wanna fuck me?" Anna oozed seductively on the screen. 

That was too much for the man and he moved towards and behind his captive yet again. His large hand cupped her breasts gently and, to emphasise his control, he licked slowly up her cheek. He kissed the side of face and slowly ground his bulging erection through his shorts and into her denim covered rear.

"Don't worry Anna my sweet, we will soon be rid of that whore Katherine and then it will be just you and I," he whispered softly.

Eliza was dumbfounded. She watched, unable to speak as he left her alone again.

His words echoed fearfully in her head, "Just you and I …"

The following takes place on the 5th July between the hours of 08:00 and 09:00

It was hours since Eliza has been brutally seized from the comfort of her own bed and taken so violently to where she now hung bound, scared and tired – so very, very tired. She had grabbed probably an hour at the most of sleep before being woken by this madman. She was too terrified to feel hungry but she was tired and a vague feeling was rising in her bladder. She would soon need the toilet.

It seemed like an age but eventually Eliza heard the door open and the room flood with light.

"So you're still here are you Miss Butler?" he mocked. "Well believe me you'll soon wish you weren't when I've finished with you!"

Eliza began to realise that his recent behaviour highlighted the fact that he saw her as two different people. When she was Katherine Butler he was aggressive and violent but when she was Anna he seemed to be gentler – almost loving. Clearly on this visit she was Kathy Butler, and this fact scared her.

The very sight of Eliza's pert buttocks straining against the tight denim inflamed his desire to boiling point. The young, captive actress knew that her time was almost nigh. He approached her and began to feel slowly up the inside of Eliza's right leg.

"No, please," she begged, but to no avail as he traced the firm thigh muscles making his way up to the warm cleft at their delicious join.

She jerked away as far as her bonds would allow as his hand explored her, revolted by the prospect of this man having such authority over her and gaining clear sexual gratification from it. But she had no choice other than to allow him to continue feeling her every curve. He gripped her mound and she groaned.

"Mmmm, no don't," she complained with her resistance clearly weakening. 

Eliza could not believe that this fondling to which he was subjecting her was beginning to turn her on. She moaned softly as he cupped her left breast squeezing her cleavage tighter.

"Oh yes, you slut. I'm going to have great fun finding out where your father is."

Eliza closed her eyes in despair. She was Kathy Butler whether she liked it or not – for now at least.

"Well it's time for me to leave you again you little tart, but not before I give you with a little something to think about before I return."

Eliza swallowed hard not sure about what he meant.

The man moved back to the trolley, with the now blank TV screen on it, and picked up a long, black, shiny dildo. The huge phallus looked awesome.

"You can look after this for me for a while can't you?" enquired her captor. Eliza gawped unbelievably at the object in front of her, unable to utter any intelligible words. She was now terrified of the man for he could do anything he wanted to her, anything at all.

He reached out and unfastened, one by one, the buttons on the front of Eliza's jeans. Tears ran down her face. She knew that any objection was futile. He yanked the tight fitting denim down a short way over her hips.

"My, my Kathy, these are a tight fit aren't they?" he asked in a vexatious manner.

The man pulled down the front of Eliza's jeans a little more before inserting the dildo into the gap now open at the front and under the hem of her brief black thong panties, thin end first. He made sure that the phallus was securely wedged between Eliza's labia which were moist with juices from his earlier touching.

"Ohhhhhhh"

"We are a very turned on slut aren't we?" he mocked. 

When he was satisfied that the dildo was in just the right place for maximum effect he patted his victim's right buttock and with a sly wink he left her to the delights of her impalement.

"No, please don't, ohhhh …"

The end of the lascivious object was nestled between Eliza's dripping lips with her swollen clitoris pressed down on the hard rubber.

Unwittingly Eliza began to push her hips forward in order to rub her hardening bud against the phallus which was quickly becoming lubricated by her sodden pussy. Tiny shivers of excitement jolted up her spine as she increased the force of her pelvic thrusts. It was not long before she was emitting short passionate breaths as she neared her first orgasm which churned like a hurricane in her stomach.

Eliza could not believe that she had been driven to behave in this outrageous way by a man that she detested - but she could not help herself. Her body had betrayed her and so she had no choice but to ride the dildo that he had left inside her.

Eliza rode on and on, harder and harder and, when she finally came, she yelled as loudly as she could into the lonely desolations of the pitch black room not caring whether anybody could hear her or not. With her eyes tightly shut, Eliza screamed out loud feeling so good despite the fact that her ecstatic condition was due to the attentions of the nameless man that she hated so much.

However, when her eyes opened the man in question stood before her with a wide grin on his face. He had re entered the room as Eliza twisted in the throes of her shattering orgasm. Surprised that she actually cared, Eliza found herself acutely embarrassed. The only thing worse than being forced into a wild captivity driven climax was being watched by the man who had forced her to degrade herself in the first place.

The following takes place on the 5th July between the hours of 09:00 and 10:00

"Enjoy that did you?" said the man as he pulled the dildo from out of Eliza's trousers. "I wonder what you taste like, you naughty little slut."

Eliza could not believe it as she saw the man lift the dildo to his mouth and lick its slippery length with his tongue, thoroughly tasting her orgasmic juices.

Dropping the object of his captive's impalement to the floor he reached down and unfastened her ankles from the spreader restraints.

Standing up again he faced Eliza's beautiful bound body. His eyes roved over her flushed cheeks, fresh from her climax and focused on her open jeans revealing the lacey top hem of her sheer black panties.

"Well slut, I can be patient but you've still not told me what I need to know." He moved his face to within inches of hers and yelled "WHERE IS HE YOU WHORE?"

She shook her head in wild frustration yelling, "I don't know what you mean, I'm Eliza Collins not one of your fantasy objects. Please leave me alone."

He looked hard at her, his hands on his hips.

"You're going to love me Butler, love every minute. Hell it's not as if you're a virgin is it," he said, laughing.

Eliza sobbed quietly, accepting that words would now make no difference to her fate.

She had never dreamt that this would happen, not to her, not to Eliza Collins. It wasn't happening it couldn't be happening. But there he was in front of her waiting and her heart pounded faster than she could ever remember. He was slowly pulling down his shorts and she locked her legs one over the other.

"Okay Butler if that's the way it has to be then so be it. You asked for it."

She wanted to plead with him – to beg him but she couldn't. She'd never been raped before, debased in this way – why her? But really she knew the answer to that question. Eliza tugged wildly at the chains binding her wrists and kicked her legs frantically as his massive, hard cock came into view.

He moved closer to her.

"Your tits first, let's have a look at them."

One by one he flipped open the buttons on her waist coat. She strained her body away from him as much as she could so that the last button tore loose causing her waistcoat to fall open. Reaching out he pulled her suspended body towards him and yanked her bra down revealing her ample breasts, each crowned with its own large brown nipple.

"Hey now look at those," he commented lewdly. He cupped her breasts kneading and massaging until suddenly his hands were gone.

"Okay Butler you've had a look at me," he said fingering his rampant penis, "now it's my turn to have a look at a world famous pussy."

In a frenzied effort to resist him to the end she tried to kick out with her legs, but his large hands darted out and secured her thighs in a vice like grip, steadied them and pulled her jeans down to the cold floor below.

Eliza saw his narrow eyes brighten as they stared down between her legs.

"I so wanna fuck you," he remarked in a matter of fact way, as he hooked his fingers under the thin silk band and yanked her panties down, laying her bare from the waist down.

At this point the man released his grip on her legs and in a swift motion he spread them wide apart with his own, gripped her buttocks and raised her body to him. His cock was positioned firmly against her pussy gradually nudging her lips open.

She groaned and tugged at the chains as he thrust his hips and guided himself into her. She was heaving with fear like a trapped doe. She screwed her eyes tight shut begging for a miracle. But none came. She felt him between her legs trying to enter her fully, forcing himself into her.

"You bitch," she heard him curse; "You're fucking dry!"

And she was dry following her recent orgasm, so dry that he found it impossible to enter her. But then his finger was touching her, lubricating her, moistening her – oh shit, no please!

Abruptly the finger was removed. She opened her eyes and caught one last terrifying glimpse of triumph on his face, and then suddenly he was inside her thrusting deeper and deeper, filling her, hurting her.

Exploding with horror and rage she bucked and shook and twisted, screaming and sobbing unable to detach herself from him.

But she was tired and the initial resistance soon gave way to placid compliance as he pumped in and out of her like a madman with long driving thrusts. Twisting to shake him loose was impossible. He rode her harder and harder, no change of pace and no finesse only raw animal like satisfaction. 

He fucked Eliza hard.

It was like a piston implanted in her flesh, splitting her in half. Raped by a mindless, primitive animal.

And suddenly she was filled to bursting point with jet after jet of spurting seed as the man came. 

"Noooooooooooooooo," she yelled as she felt him go rigid in front of her and then heard him emit a deep sigh, contented and satisfied. Then finally he was done. He pulled harshly out and let her aching legs drop down, once more allowing her to stand on the floor. Eliza's wrists supported her full weight and she would have collapsed had it not been for the chains now holding her body.

She hung, humiliated, hardly breathing her body possessed, defeated. She stared at the floor and bit hard on her lips trying to stem her sobs of pain.

The man reached up to her body and re positioned her bra pulling the sides of the waistcoat towards the middle of her body covering her up.




My Longest Day



Her mouth and tongue were too dry for speech and so she watched in agonized silence as he replaced his shorts.

"Next time you'll tell me Butler, tell me what I want to know or else there'll be far more where this came from."

With a shriek Eliza broke down, bursting into tears, sobbing uncontrollably as he moved towards the door.

Chuckling he left the room encasing his beautiful captive in darkness once more.

The following takes place on the 5th July between the hours of 10:00 and 11:00

It was the sound of the heavy wooden door opening that awaked her. She had no way to tell night from day, but her great weariness told her she'd probably slept only a short while, a feat remarkable in itself given that she was still chained to the ceiling hook and in an upright position.

The light caused by the man entering her cell once more hurt her eyes.

"How are you, Katherine? No complaints about my hospitality, I hope?" 

"Fuck you!" was her only reply. Then a thought struck her. He still thought she was Kathy which meant more abuse. She had to get him to think of her as Anna and perhaps his approach might become gentler.

The feeling of unease in her bladder was still there. She would need a pee soon.

Suddenly Eliza felt his hands again. He had come up behind her and was feeling her backside. 

"Don't..." whimpered Eliza, craning round to try and see what he was doing. "Please".

His hands felt coarse against the soft flesh of Eliza's bottom. Ignoring her pleas, the man's fingers continued their exploration, sliding down the open crack of Eliza's bottom and seeking out the puckered hole of her anus, which contracted slightly under his touch. 

His hand moved again, and she struggled with her bonds. 

"You mustn't," she whimpered, "not like this." 

His fingers prised apart the cheeks of her bottom, laying her open for his inspection. She groaned as she felt his fingers trace the crevice of her behind, stroking the tight star of her anus before working lower to the hot pink slit that gaped so invitingly. 

He slid two fingers inside her, making her reluctant arousal begin again.

Then he began to frig her, his fingers making a slight squelching sound as they moved in and out of her ever dampening hole. Eliza bit her lower lip to prevent herself from crying aloud with pain, and not a little pleasure. 

"Please don't fuck me again," she begged quietly. 

He smiled. "Ask me nicely and maybe I won't." 

"P-please don't fuck me." 

"It's just beginning, Kathy baby," the man laughed and yanked Eliza's hips back in order to rub the head of his erect cock over her exposed bottom. Her eyes widened and she shook her head wildly in denial as he molded his chest to her back. 

He nipped her shoulder between his teeth and stated in a menacing voice, "I'm gonna fuck your ass now Butler."

"Please don't..." she begged pitifully, knowing she had no way to stop him. 

Finally, as her body and mind slipped into shock, she admitted the truth to herself in one final moment of clarity. She was about to be buggered. It would kill her. 

"Oh, I think I will" he cackled as he lifted Eliza off the floor and impaled her on his cock, making her scream anew.

"Not like this, no, please, noooooo!" 

The pain was incredible. She felt like he was ripping her apart from the inside out. It was so much worse than the first rape she had received. Her back was almost numb now, but the pain in her bottom just kept growing.

The man thrust easily, at a fast pace, forcing her tight passage wider than it was prepared to go. Her inner tissues rubbed raw from the lack of preparation and his size, all Eliza could do was whimper and shudder, silently praying for it to end soon as tears of pain and horror leaked from her wide eyes.

Eliza groaned in pain as he leaned into her neck and whispered, "Do you feel me Kathy, do you feel me deep inside your ass, fucking your bottom Kathy?"

Her ring gripped the root of his shaft and she winced at each painful thrust. He went brutally after his pleasure, buggering her mercilessly. He panted in a series of quick, jerky movements. Finally, he grunted deep in his throat and then his sperm was pumping into the tight passage of her bottom. 

He remained still within Eliza for a minute. The muscles of her violated passage contracted in occasional spasms round the impaling shaft. Then he slowly withdrew from her tortured bottom and sat down heavily, breathing hard.

The following takes place on the 5th July between the hours of 11:00 and 12:00

They remained motionless and silent for a long time, captor and captive together.

Eliza was now totally exhausted. She had been raped in her pussy and bottom and she ached like she had never ached before. Her head hung in shame and exhaustion.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, she spoke.

"Please help me. That bitch Katherine wants my body and she's nothing but a dirty whore. I need to be free to love you and she won't let me go."

The man looked up.

"Anna?"

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