A room Jess did not want to be in.

Jessica looked around at the room she was in; it looked like a clean well kept basement at first glance, some weight training equipment and chains probably for a punching bag, but as she allowed herself to take her focus away from the octogenarian with the 18" dildo in his hand Jess noticed that what she thought was a weights bench had shackles on either end, where she thought a punching bag would go was actually a leather sex swing hanging from the ceiling.

Jess had been looking for something from the depths of his psyche but hadn't thought that she would discover a sex dungeon in the basement of his dream house.

Jess turned her attention back to Mr King, who was looking at Jess hungrily now. Jess slowly started edging towards the door as quietly as she could.

Mr King told her not to leave.

Jess resisted, still pushing for the door, prompting Mr King to say, "I do wish you would do as I say".

Jess felt another lick of pleasure course through her as she stopped in her tracks.

"Come, come, come dear", Mr King said to Jess as he beckoned her joyfully over to sit on a brown leather sofa whilst he set up a video camera pointing at Jess. Jess squirmed at the camera between them pointing directly at her; he then set up another point at himself on another sofa opposite him.

Once recording, Mr King sat down and looked at Jess excitedly; he asked her to tell the camera a bit about herself. Jess didn't know what to say; she was here at the whim of a madman with unlimited power now; he wanted to find out about her.

Jess began, "My name is Jessica Edwards, and I'm being held captive by my former teacher Mr King; he's got me trapped in his..."

Mr King interrupted, "No, no, no, Miss Edwards. Whilst that's all well and good, I'm not exactly going to pop a copy of this tape into the local police station now, am I? Tell me about yourself; tell me something personal; something you've never told anyone else before".

Jess was trying to resist; she knew nothing good could come from telling him her secrets; besides, they were hers to keep.

Jess tried to think of something boring to say, like that she liked the smell of the morning dew. But she found the wish her master had made about her doing as he says **** something else to come out of her mouth.