To a country house

Maisie was thankful that she could at least see through the windows, for her captors offered no distraction from what was happening. She turned around to see her house as it grew smaller and smaller, wondering when, if ever, she would be able to enter through its door again. Her eyes then turned to familiar sights: the cafe where she liked to get her morning coffee, the local gym she used to keep her shape, the handful of clubs the actress liked to party at. There was the supermarket with the cute boy that she caught looking at her several times. So many things, so many little places, so many memories that were leaving as fast as she was in the vehicle.

Then she saw the shops, their displays showing mannequins wearing clothes... normal clothes. Clothes made out of silk, and cotton, and wool, and other synthetics that Maisie could not name. Clothes made out of completely different stuff than... what she was made to wear. The actress moved her body as much as it would allow. A layer of sweat had formed between her and the latex by now, and it caused the clothes to glide and tease her relentlessly. No matter how much she tried to position herself, Maisie felt it constantly, groping her entire form in its sickeningly rubbery embrace as the last sights of familiarity dissapeared in the distance.

She was driven for another half-hour to an expensive area out of town, even more expensive than where Maisie herself lived. Not a single word was ever uttered by the two men in front but she still stayed silent, knowing that even if she dared to speak up, they would more than likely ignore her. She closed her eyes for the rest of the trip, hoping it would be enough to wake her from this strange nightmare, opening them only when the car seemed to be reaching their destination.

The place looked huge even from a distance, almost like a palace and equally distanced from other people. Maisie watched in fascination while the SUV waited for the gate to open and continue the road towards the entrance. As soon as they were at the front door, the two men wordlessly exited the vehicle before opening the door to hers, unblucking her seatbelt, and help the actress out. What followed was a meandering march that was only interrupted by the clacking of her heels, first into stone, then into fine marble as they went from room to room until finally, the one of the burly men knocked sharply on a wooden door.

"Come in," drawled a male voice from the other side which Maisie immediately recognized as the one that had said those ominous words. The door was opened and she was treated to the sight of an opulent dining room that was probably bigger than her entire house. In the middle, there was a man enjoying a meal in silence. As Maisie was marched closer to large table, she saw that he was dark haired with a shaved face, fairly tall and fit yet not to the extent of the two beasts currently pulling her towards said man. Upon closer inspection he looked older than her by around ten years give or take. He was handsome, the actress admitted, but she probably would have discarded him given the age difference as she preferred men around her age.

She was pulled not towards the chair beside the man, but rather to a rubber pillow next to the man and, much to her shame, the actress was **** to rest her knees next to the man who was still eating calmly as if nothing of this level of perversion was taking place until his dark eyes finally met hers.

"Good evening, Maisie," he stated plainly as if the sight were a common occurance. "Hopefully your trip was comfortable - the delivery people can sometimes be quite physical."

Maisie looked at the ground, her bound fists tightening in frustration. "Good evening? Is that what you're going to tell me? After you kidnapped me and **** into this... thing!?"

"Latex. That is what it's called, and it is the material that befits your new station."

"Why are you doing this to me? What do you want?"

The man's low chuckle carried an unholy mix of sadism, lust, and geniuine humor. "My, my. So many questions. I suppose that's to be expected from a freshly plucked rubber ****, yet you must understand that answers - as is everything - come at a price." He turned on his seat to face her kneeling form. "I, for one, have a question for you. Are you hungry, Maisie?" he asked, nodding at his plate. "Because I'm quite full at the moment, you see, and it would be a shame to let this go to waste."

The young woman's stomach answered the question for her. Maisie blushed, even if she tried to deny her hunger it would be unconvincing. She glanced at the table. Lobster, still warm and smelling like heaven. The actress only snapped out of her trance when she felt drool slide from her mouth and she blushed again; made a fool out of herself again. Swallowing her pride, Maisie made a slow and gentle nod.

Her kidnapper made a self-satisfied grin as he pat her cheek gently. "Then you have to earn it as well. Your mouth was heavenly last night, did you know that, Maisie?" The man unzipped his pants and pulled out a very big and very familiar dick that kickstarted Maisie's blurred memories. "You can't have your main course without the appetizer."

Maisie's eyes glared in anger. "I won't -" But her protest was interrupted as the man harshly grabbed her by the cheeks.

"You have two choices, ****. You either suck my cock and get a meal and some answers, or I will still make you suck my cock but you'll go to bed with nothing."

The petite woman looked at the manhood. If she actually opened her mouth and took that dick, then it would be tantamount to giving up her dignity, but her physical and inquisitve hunger would be satiated. If she did not, then at least she'd go hungry, but with her pride intact. What should she do?