Rich Girl's Nightmare (Smashwords, , Humiliation, Degradation, )

It was dark and Samantha was alone, though she didn’t know how much longer this would last for. Nor did being alone feel particularly helpful at the moment with her hands and legs bound to the thick wooden chair in which she sat.

There was only one thing that shared the space with her chair, and that was a heavy looking camera mounted on a tripod. Its unseeing eye pointed towards her, and though she tried to look anywhere and everywhere else, it seemed to have a kind of horrible magnetism that kept drawing her back.

A camera!

Why did they have a camera?

She had a few guesses and none of them were good. This couldn’t be happening to her! It had to be a bad dream! Any moment now, she’d wake up and it would all be over!

But the tight pull of the ropes against her wrists and ankles felt all too real, and part of her knew she wasn’t going to just wake up.

How long had she been here for? It felt like hours, but it could have been longer. She’d lost track of time at some point, surrounded by the blackness of the darkened room. Her only company was the camera and her own beating heart.

She didn’t want this. This couldn’t be happening! She was supposed to be at the party! She was supposed to be anywhere but here!

Her heart hammered, and she had to take a minute to try and calm down. Her body throbbed, and she felt icy and afraid.

Suddenly, there came the sound of an opening door and she jumped. Craning her neck to see. Had someone finally come? Anticipation mixed with dread as she finally got a look at one of her kidnappers.

He was tall and slender with blue eyes and a pretty face. He had a wide mouth. He was handsome in an obvious way, the sort of guy who took care of himself, with a slim but toned body and a confident look on his face.

She knew him!

She knew him!

“Jason!” She cried out. “Jason, what the hell? Why am I here? Why are you here? What’s going on? Please tell me what’s happening!”

Jason looked at her and Samantha whimpered. It was the same man that she had known for nearly a year now, but his eyes were different. They were cold, commanding as they had never been before. He reached out, pressing one finger against her lip.

“Hush, rich girl. You don’t want to kick up too much of a fuss. My friends are still deciding exactly what to do with you.”

“Y-your friends?”

“Confused? Not able to fit the pieces together? I’m not surprised. That pretty little head of yours never was good for thinking. Lucky for you, you never had to. Up until now, anyway.”

He smirked. The look was alien on his face. He’d always been so kind, so gentle before. Samantha’s heart hammered even harder. She knew what he was getting at. How could she not?

But she didn’t want to accept it!

Jason moved to the centre of the room. To the camera. Sam watched, willing him to say something. To explain it was all a joke. But he wasn’t paying attention to her at all. Instead, he fiddled with the device. Pressing buttons until it began to light up. The glimmering status flowing from red to orange to green.

It was recording!

“You remember the party?” Jason asked. “It was a few days ago now. You got pretty hammered.”

Sam nodded. She remembered that. She remembered feeling like the world was shifting back and forth. Her centre of balance completely ruined. Her vision had been fading in and out, and her last memory was of collapsing into the waiting arms of her friends.

Of Jason.

Suddenly, she looked up at him, and he grinned.

“Finally coming together? You didn’t drink that much. I might have helped it along a bit. I needed some way to get you alone so I could take you here. After a year of waiting and watching and being your friend, listening to your stupid rants, hearing your entitled, whiny opinions, it’s finally time.”

“Time for what?” Her voice was low and soft, almost afraid to speak at all. He gave her the answer she had been dreading.

“For your performance.”

Jason gestured to the camera. Sam shook her head, but there was no mercy in his eyes at all. She was totally and completely in his power.

“Let’s start this the right way,” he moved so that he was in frame, standing in the foreground in front of her chair. “My name is not Jason, though that is what your daughter knows me by. This is a recording to show you that I have her, by the way. I’d tell her to wave, but she’s a bit tied down. Sam, do say hi to your dear, rich father.”

Samantha squeaked, refusing to speak. Her face had turned red and she could only stare at the ground. This couldn’t be happening!

But it was.

“Now,” Jason said. “I’m sure an old rich fucker like you knows this drill but let’s be traditional and say it anyway. I want… oh, three million. That’s a good start, right? I know it’s small for you, but it’s about what this whore of a slut is worth. Three million by next week. Information on where to send it will be included with this recording. If you do it by that time, nothing further will happen to her than what you are about to see.”

About to see? Sam desperately struggled against her ropes. There had to be some give in them! Maybe she could wriggle out, or maybe they’d break if she was just determined enough!

But neither seemed very likely and indeed, she found herself held firmly despite her efforts.

“As for what you’re about to see, you can consider that a sign we’re serious. But really, we just want to take the chance to humiliate a spoiled little rich girl. It’s about time someone did.”

Jason turned then, stalking towards her. The green light of the camera flooding his back. Sam tried to shy away, but the chair left her nowhere to go. Her eyes were wide, silently begging for mercy.

But there was no mercy in his face.

His hand lashed out suddenly! Her head snapped to the side followed by a wave of pain! Her eyes were wide with disbelief.

“What’s the matter, slut? No one ever hit you before? I bet plenty of guys wanted to, though. Always playing hard to get. Always taking advantage of your looks, of your money. How many of us have you looked down on? How many of us did you think were lesser?”

Slap!

He got her again. The pain made her head ring. It was sharp, strong, sudden. It bloomed along the side of her face. There were tears in her eyes and she was squealing.

“That’s a rhetorical question.”

Slap!

“The answer is all of us.”

Slap!

“But now look who has the power?”

Again and again, he slapped her. The pain of each blow was not too great, but together, they overwhelmed her. Soon enough, they had her blinking back tears, feeling totally helpless and powerless.

And that was when the real game began.

From his pocket, Jason drew forth a knife. Its serrated blade glinted in the dull light of the camera. A deathly paleness came to her face.

He wasn’t really going to hurt her, was he?

The blade cut, slashing down suddenly! Sam’s eyes slammed closed, but there came no explosion of pain.

He’d cut a ribbon out of her clothes. Out of her black party dress, the same one that she had been so proud of. The one that clung to her body, and showed off her curves. He’d carved through it, the tip of the blade gently stroking her naked skin.

It was only then that she truly realised what he intended.

Again and again, Jason cut. The blade sliced cleanly through the fabric. Sam whimpered. Each cut exposed more of her pale skin. Her long legs, her toned chest and arms. The camera caught it all, silent but watching. Judging. Reminding her that this was being recorded.

The knife was sharp, even a single misstep would have ended in pain, but Jason was good with it. He cut at her clothes without ever once letting it hurt her. Each time she felt its caress a coldness coiled in her gut. She still couldn’t believe that it was happening. She flinched again and again, each touch of the knife a potentially deadly caress.

He was cutting away her clothes.

He was stripping away her dignity!

At last, the final shreds of her dress hit the floor. She was naked now but for the black tights she’d been so proud of. That had made her feel so sexy. Those, plus the lacy bra and the tight panties that revealed more than they hid.

Sam whined, twisting in place, desperately trying to hide herself. Her body burned with shame as Jason stood back to admire her.

“Now that really is the body of a high-class slut, don’t you think? Your daughter missed her true calling. She should be a whore. Hey, maybe if you don’t pay in time, that’s exactly what she will be?”

“Please, Jason I-”

Slap!

He got her again. The blow snapped her head to the side, filled her eyes with tears that she furiously tried to blink away.

“You don’t speak unless you have permission, you little slut.”

She gasped; her chest rose and fell. The cold air sent shivers racing through her naked skin, and she was gulping.

“Jason, please don’t do this. You don’t need to do this.”

“You’re right, Sam. I don’t need to. I just want to. You’ve had this coming since the day we first met. You’ve always been so arrogant and stuck up. You’ve always loved the power you’ve had over everyone else. But now we have power over you. How do you like that?”

His hand caressed the side of her face, and his fingers trailed across her skin. Sam shuddered. Her throat was dry. The single eye of the camera glared at her, covering every angle of her humiliation. Her face was burning.

“Please…” She managed to whine between gasping moans, “Please Jason…”

“You’re begging already?” He raised an eyebrow. “And we’ve only barely started.”

Sam jerked. Jason’s hand pressed against her chest, groping her through the silky black bra. Her nipples pulsed, growing harder and pressing at the inside of the fabric. How could her body be responding to this?!

He tore at her bra and the flimsy fabric ripped, the cold air prickled her chest, and she loosed a low moan. Shaking her head in **** denial.

“I’m sorry,” she gasped. “I’m sorry, please! Please Jason don’t do this! Don’t record it! Don’t humiliate me like this!”

But his fingers moved to her breasts. Plucking and teasing and stroking. His motions were deft and smooth. His touch was experienced. Before long, he was playing her like a flute. Her nerves lit up one by one, filling her body with pleasure and making her writhe. Sam bit her lower lip, trying not to shame herself by moaning but it was so hard. So very hard! Jason’s touch felt good. His fingers were skilled, his motions were experienced. Her nipples ached and throbbed with desire, each touch sent shivers coursing through her body. Her eyes were pressed tightly closed, but that wasn’t enough.

And all the while, she kept begging. Each word more **** than the last.

“Please Jason, please don’t do this to me. Not on camera! Please don’t!”

“N-no! I don’t wanna! Please! Fuck!”

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Jason please!”

But he didn’t listen or if he did, her whining gasps only encouraged him. His teasing of her chest intensified, fingers teasing her until her nipples were hard and sensitive. Each touch was a jolt. A little bolt of lightning that earthed itself right in her spine. Her groans became louder and louder even as she tried to fight.

“You sound like such a little slut right now, Samantha,” Jason said. His voice was low, almost a purr. “I like you this way. You’re much more approachable now than you ever were before. Just a little slut **** to cum. Say it. Say it now!”

She shut her mouth, glaring at him with angry eyes.

“Fuck you!”

He laughed. She’d expected him to slap her again, but instead, his hand began to fall down, his fingers stroked her pale skin. Moving lower and lower and lower. Towards her panties.

She struggled harder then. But what use was that? The bindings held her tight. Her body convulsed, his fingers brushed against the fabric which was all that protected her lower lips from the camera’s harsh light.

“Smile for your father,” Jason chuckled. “You still so sure that you don’t wanna beg?”

She said nothing. She knew that no matter how she reacted, this was going to happen anyway. Jason’s fingers slipped below the band of her panties, pressing against the soaking entrance to her pussy. Her eyes fluttered, and a moan escaped her throat before she could stop it. There were tears in her eyes, caught framed by the glaring orb of the camera

She was so wet; her pussy was aching, her clit was tight and hot. It filled her with both need and absolute humiliation to be reduced to this. Her body rocked, and Jason’s fingers pressed inside of her. She felt him sink into her up to the knuckle.

“Your cunt feels so good.”

His words brought a rush of red to her face. She blanched and tried to look away. Tried to pretend it wasn’t happening. Her pussy was tight, his fingers felt good. Moving back and forth as he fucked her with his hand. Sam tried to keep her mouth shut, tried to stay strong. But soon enough, she was squeaking and moaning like a slut, her body convulsing as he fingered her and the camera caught it all.

How could this be happening? How could she be letting this happen? But it felt so good. Her body was shaking, she was heaving. Her face was burning, tears rolled down her cheeks as convulsions of pleasure played through her lower self.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

It felt so good! It felt so good!

“You’re a rich little whore who wants to cum,” Jason hissed. “Admit it! Admit that you want to cum for us and I’ll let you!”

His hand was moving so fast now. Penetrating her, filling her, fucking her until she couldn’t even think anymore. Her head was spinning, she was gasping and moaning. Her pussy felt so hot. Arousal surged through her, roaring like a great tide.

Her body was bucking, and a low, **** whine came from the back of her throat. Her eyes were wide, defiance still burned within them but her body was so close to giving up.

Why did it feel so good? She had to fight it! She had to resist!

But she couldn’t, it was all too much and before long she was grinding and swaying against his fingers, though doing so filled her with the deepest shame. She hated it. She hated Jason for making her do it and she hated herself for letting him.

Convulsions raced through her. Her pussy grew tighter and tighter. Sam rocked with the promise of pleasure to come, but before that promise could be delivered, Jason pulled back.

No, no, not like that! She just needed a bit more! She wanted to cum! She wanted to cum so much!

Oh fuck, was she really thinking like this to cum after being kidnapped? How could she let him reduce her to that?!

But that didn’t matter to Sam right then. Jason pulled away, his fingers glimmering with her wetness. Trembles raced through her and she shook her head.

“So close, right? You little slut, did you really think I’d make it that easy for you? If you want to cum, you’re going to have to beg.”

“Fuck you,” she managed, her body still shaking. Her throat felt dry. Her pussy throbbed. “I’m never begging. You can do what you want to me, but that’s satisfaction I’ll never let you have.”

“Oh, sweet little Sam, you’re going to give me all of the satisfaction I want. One way or another. You seem very brave when it’s just talk. But I bet your lower lips show a different side of you.”

The knife came out again. Sam shook, but it cut through her panties cleanly. With her legs bound to the chair, **** wide, there was no way for her to conceal herself. Jason looked at her and grinned.

“Soaking. Absolutely soaking. Just like the little slut I always knew you were. Let me just get a good look at that.”

He moved to the camera, taking it for a moment and drawing it closer, letting it take in the sight of her pussy. Her labia were spread with arousal, her clit was engorged. Wetness stained her lower lips and her inner thighs, pooling just below her entrance.

She didn’t think she had ever been so turned on in her life.

“What a slut,” Jason laughed. “You talk like you’re actually resisting. Like it means anything but look at you.”

“Shut up,” she growled, blinking back tears. “You’re teasing me! Do you think that I can help it?”

“I think that you could be less wet,” he said. “Really, this is all just proof that this is exactly what you want. Tell me really, have you dreamed of this moment, my little whore? How many parties have you gone to just hoping something like this would happen?”

“You’re sick and this is disgusting!” Sam stormed. “If you think that I’m enjoying it so much, why don’t you just let me off this chair and we’ll see!”

“Oh I will. Eventually. But we need to put on a show for your family first, and you’re being far too defiant for my taste. Let’s change that.”

He grinned at her but it was a cold smile. A ruthless smile that was the genesis of a wave of shivers that raced across her spine.

“I’ve had fun with you so far, Sam but you really need to learn your place. You have no power and this tough girl act is getting tiresome. If you don’t want to deal with me, I can always send in one of my associates. They’d be a lot more direct with how they treat you. It’s only because I kind of like you that I decided to take care of this. How would you like to be pinned down and fucked in front of the camera?”

“You wouldn’t-”

“No, but they would and I’m getting tired of playing your games. Look at my eyes. Look at my face. Do I seem like I’m playing around? Half this building wants to fuck you until you’re a squealing little mess on the floor. The only thing - the only thing - holding them back is me. And I think I deserve a little more thanks for that.”

She scowled, looking him in the face. His eyes were wide and clear, and she could find no hint of deception there. Slowly, a creeping realisation began to gnaw at the edges of her mind.

Was he…

Was he being genuine?

Was she really that close to being fucked on camera?

Horror filled her. Dread and denial sliced through her soul like an icy blade. Jason held her gaze, steady and sure.

“Now you have a choice,” he told her. “I am going to untie one of your arms and I want you to play with yourself until you cum. If you refuse, I’ll go and get one of my associates and you’ll wish that you had.”

“No,” she shook her head. Her throat was dry. “You can’t. That…that’s not fair. Jason, you can’t! Please-”

“Please what? Have mercy? Spare you? Save you? Bitch, I’m giving you mercy right now. You’re a rich little whore who deserves none, but here I am risking my standing in the group just so you don’t get fucked on camera. This really is the best I can do for you, Sam.”

Her voice was low now, a **** whine.

“You can’t be serious…”

“I am deadly serious. Now which will it be?”

“The first one….”

“The first one? You have to be more specific than that.” He was smirking, smug in his victory. “Beg for it, Sam.”

“Please…” her eyes were full of tears. She couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth. The camera glared at her, a constant reminder that she was being recorded. That this would be seen by her family. They would watch her debase and shame herself, and that thought filled her with dread and humiliation.

“Please Jason let me masturbate for you…”

“No.”

“What?” She blinked. “Y-you said! You promised!”

“I said that I’d help you if you begged. But that doesn’t sound like begging. That sounds like something a lover might say. Or a partner. But you’re not my partner, Sam. You’re certainly not my lover or even my equal. You’re a dumb rich whore who trusted the wrong person and now is paying for it. So ask like that.”

“I…I…”

She faltered, looking to the camera. It looked back, merciless and cold. No respite, no safety, no mercy was promised there. And as for Jason, it was the same. Somehow, she didn’t doubt his words. They were like a razor blade to her throat. She could feel their sincerity and their danger.

“Please, Jason! Let this dumb little rich cunt finger her pussy until she cums for you! Record it and show it to her friends and family!”

Was she really saying that? The words burned on the way out! Mortification filled her and made her coil and writhe in her bonds. But Jason just smiled, reaching for the blade.

“Good girl.”

He cut the ropes on one of her hands, instantly, her fingers curled into a fist. She felt a surge of adrenaline, glaring up at him.

But that was where her resistance ended. Jason glared down, his eyes icy and cold.

“Don’t even think it.”

She shivered. Her pussy felt so hot. Her clit was tingling, and as her hand moved between her spread legs, she felt like she wanted to beg him - to beg the people who would be watching the video - to look away.

But she couldn’t. Her voice wasn’t working. The very faintest brush of her fingers against her lower lips made her shiver. A spear of ecstasy carved through her chest and she moaned.

Oh fuck, it felt so good. It felt so good.

Sam’s eyes squeezed shut, she tried to pretend that she was anywhere but here. Jason didn’t let that happen. He was clapping, the sound slow and mocking.

“Go on my little whore. Tease your cunt. Cum for me like a slut should for her owner.”

Sam hated him. She hated him more than she’d ever hated anyone else in that moment. But what else could she do but keep going? The touch of her fingers felt so good. Her pussy was so hot, so wet. Before she even knew what she was doing she was rubbing herself. Her motions were quick and eager, sparking flaming bolts of pleasure that flared through her nerves. Her breathing was fast and getting faster. Pleasure spiked like lightning and she shivered. Sam groaned, shame and degradation rising through her body as her motions became ever more frenzied.

It felt so good.

It felt so good.

It felt so good and she couldn’t stop!

“Such a little slut and whore,” Jason said. “Playing with herself for the camera. For all of the fans at home. Deep down, you do know your place, rich girl. You’re a dumb whore. Say it.”

She shook her head, but he only barked his command more loudly.

“Say it now!”

“I-I-I’m a dumb whore! I’m a dumb whore! I’m a dumb whore who’s getting off on teasing her pussy!”

She was crying now, heaving as the pleasure rolled through her. Humiliation and desire filled her mind like clashing spirits. Her body was shaking. Waves of broiling desire pulsed from her pussy and her clit. She was sinking in it, drowning in it. Jason’s voice mocking, teasing, and tormenting her as she pushed herself closer and closer to the finish.

She started to moan and then to gasp. By the end, her grunts were loud and ****, echoing through the empty room. How did the camera see her? Just a slut playing with herself? How could she have let Jason do this to her? Get her to do this to herself?

“I’m a dumb whore! I’m a dumb whore!”

She couldn’t stop! It felt so good! The pleasure was spiking, climbing higher and higher until it was all she could think about. The tears were running down her face. Shame danced and flickered in her eyes. She was going to cum. She was going to cum from this!

She did, and the feeling rocked her body. The climax hit her like a truck on a highway, smashing through every cell, every nerve, every fibre of her being. Her mouth opened in a silent cry, the pleasure more and greater than anything she had ever felt before.

Sam surrendered herself to it. It was either that or feel it overrun her. Her pussy tightened, her fingers moved faster and faster. The climax lashed and raged and filled her with burning light.

And then it was done. It was over and she was gasping, ragged, limp in the chair. Her chest rose and fell, her fingers soaked with her own arousal.

Jason reached out, running his fingers through her hair.

“Such a good girl. I’m sure when daddy sees this tape, he’ll give us all the money we want. After all, this is only the first step. If we don’t get what we need, we’ll do more.”

She couldn’t respond. She didn’t have the energy, and the realisation of what she had done was now filling her head.

I came on camera. I came on camera like a whore. I came harder than I ever have cum before. Oh god, I really am a slut…

“Now just sit in that chair for a bit,” Jason smirked. “And think about what you are. I’ll be back in oh, five, ten minutes? I am going to have to consult with my associates. Business talk. I’m sure you understand.”

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“What a show,” the man murmured as Jason left the room. He’d been watching from the side, a figure half-cloaked in the shadows. “I have to admit, you choose the right targets.”

“Of course,” Jason said. “Have I ever led you astray before? Didn’t I tell you she’d be worth?”

“You did,” said the man. He was tall, muscular. His head was shaved bald, and he loomed. “One of these days, I’m even going to believe you without having to be shown first.”

“Not too soon I hope,” Jason laughed. “I do enjoy showing you. We’ve done this song and dance before, but I think that Sam here might be our finest work yet.”

“You think so?”

“Tell me I’m wrong. Go on, I dare you.”

“You know I can’t. So we’re going forward with the plan then? We’re not sending the videos to her old man at all?”

“Are you kidding? He’d pay the ransom and then where would we be?! No, we’ll tell her that he just isn’t interested in paying for her. Her old man is a vulture, so it’s not like she’ll even have that much of a hard time buying it.”

The bald man cast a look into the room. Sam was whimpering now. Tied to the chair, her pussy soaking, her skin pale.

“Sounds like a plan to me. Every time we send another video, we can go a little bit further. Push her a little bit more. Each time, she’ll be so sure that finally, daddy will come swooping in to the rescue. I always adore it when they finally realise that no one is coming.”

“Me too,” Jason’s look was feral. “And I’m going to take particular pleasure with Sam. I’m going to break her. To play with her. To turn her into the punishment-loving whore we all know she can be.”

“And then at the end? Once you’ve done it? We just gonna sell her?”

“You really need to ask? We sold the others, didn’t we.”

The bald man nodded.

“Yeah, but the others weren’t as personal to you as her, right? Part of you likes her. Don’t even pretend otherwise. I’ve not seen you get so hands-on in a while. Not for a first session.”

Silence followed, thick and heavy.

“I suppose part of me does like her,” Jason admitted. “It’s a bit of a shame that it had to go this way. But business is business, right? And if she didn’t want to end up as a broken sex toy, she should have been less of a rich cunt. Let’s give her, oh, three days. Then we’ll tell her that daddy didn’t show. And after that…”

“The real training begins.”