Solicitation

The rest of the night, err, morning, was a blur. Ropes that would make a bondage fetishist proud immobilized Janice and I. She was also duct taped, and I cried as I saw the tears form on her face. Her glasses were gone to who knows where.

The men tossed her in a van, and I mumbled incoherently in anger as one groped my girlfriend. "No fucking," whispered the partner to the groper. "What the fuck? Boss always lets us fuck the whores."

"New orders," said the taller guy.

"Whatever. This bitch is ugly anyway. They usually have supermodels."

I was fuming with anger as they slipped a hood over my head that placed the world in darkness. These guys would pay.

The ride was shaky, downtown LA roads I assumed, as we traveled. Then things smoothed out. Rich person territory. My ears popped. We were in the hills.

I had little sense of time, but it couldn't have been more than two hours. I suspected, though, that a detour may have been taken, to avoid the interstate or major roads. My sense of dread was peaked, but surely they wouldn't, they couldn't harm a three-hourer?

The van stopped. I could hear Janice struggling, and responded with struggles of my own, as we were dragged out and carried, a fireman carry, into another location. I was sat down. The hood was removed. My plastic crown, drenched in sweat, toppled to the floor.

"Fancy yourself a King, Mr. Doe?" said an older, balding man, in a vest and french-cuffed shirt. I was unable to respond.

"I do as well." He rolled up his sleeves as I surveyed my surroundings. It was a wealthy manor, full of paintings and statues, including a large one of this figure over the fireplace. I couldn't make out a name, but he looked familiar. There were no family photos, just portraits of himself and some ancestors. Definitely self-obsessed. Not that there's anything wrong with that.

I glanced out some diplomas, trying to make out a name, but my EDP-enhanced eyesight failed to discern the letters. If only I could figure out his identity.

"My name is Charles Reeves the seventh. Former Solicitor General, wealthy philanthropist, member of several studio boards, including that of Disney Studios, Amazon, Tesla, Porthole Industries, Brazzers, the list goes on."

I had no idea who the fuck he was, but he seemed to think he had some power over me. If I wasn't kidnapped, tied to a chair, and gagged by his goons, I would tell him he had absolutely no power over me.

"I'm guessing you probably need sex soon. Amy..." he clapped his hands and Amy Reeves came into view, "Suck off our guest, will you."

Amy Reeves was a stuck-up bitch who went to my high school. I asked her put once, on a dare, and she told me off in front of all the school and ridiculed me online. I had planned to fuck her later in the week in some horrific way, but hadn't had time to work out the details.

Apparently her father was this uber-successful jerk who had kidnapped Janice and I. Amy stood there, as naked as myself, as her dad gave the order.

"Jesus, dad," she said, sashaying over to me, "I told you I don't care about this EDP poser from school."

Her actions betrayed her words as she bent over and took my sweat-soaked member into her mouth. "And I hear you wanted to fuck my daughter. Well, let me demonstrate what you will never be able to do."

Reeves pulled out his cock and stood behind his daughter, lifting her ass up to her surprise. She lifted her mouth off my cock. "What the fuck, Dad?" she said in surprise. He held onto her side, squeezing, and with anger seethed, "Keep sucking, Amy, and don't worry about me." A sense of rage lay behind those words, and I felt pity as Amy's eyes shot up in terror.

I could see her eyes wince as Charles rammed into his daughter's cunt for what I surmised was the first time. He enjoyed the fuck, more than she, more than me, and was cumming and groaning mere moments later.

That probably wasn't the plan, as his face betrayed annoyment, but he sat back, his cock exposed for but a moment, and watched as his daughter kept up the blowjob. She was crying from the pain, so I concentrated on other thought, my mother, sister, Janice, in order to achieve orgasm. I did, and filled up another one of Amy's holes. She surprisingly swallowed, and stood up.

"Leave us!" yelled Charles to his victimized daughter. She left the room, quietly, a hushed sob covered up. When we were alone, he put his penis away and stood over me.

"Now, normally, I have Amy or my wife just suck off the EDP as a final gift, before I dispose of him. This is the first time I actually fucked Amy. I might do it again," he slapped his knee, "**** is fun."

He reached down to the side of my duct tape, and ripped it off. "At this point, I ask my victims for any questions, before their inevitable demise. But, if you'll indulge me, I have an offer for you."

"After any questions you may have." He sat down on an antique chair with an uneasy leer as I looked around the sealed room and contemplated my next words.