She was kneeling in front of his chair, her knees widespread, her firm, young body bent backwards, her arms behind her, forcing her taut, white breasts to thrust out from her heaving chest. Her long, blonde hair was in disarray, and beneath it her black silk blindfold could be seen. Her knees bore signs of rugburn, and a thick slime was oozing from her hairless cunt. A splatter of cum, his cum, was dripping from her tits. He smiled down at her. He had just witnessed her fuck his dog, a carnal display of animal lust that so excited him, he had ejaculated on her chest before he could get his cock into her mouth. The dog was across the room, licking it's receeding organ, and he had just taken her from her position on all fours to the position she was in now. She was still breathing heavily, her face a deep red that burned with shame. The unnatural union was the culmination of a week of lustfull acts commited on her young body, commited almost hourly during this past week that he had owned her. Well, posessed her, really. He didn't actually own her, he had kidnapped her. He smiled at her shame, feeling his cock stirring again. His cock ached. He had cum more times in the past week than he had in probably the last three or four years. To have a young captive at his mercy, to be able to enact all of his brutal fantasies, was exciting beyond belief, and he had not been wasting any time. He knew he would have to let her go eventually, and he was going to make sure he did everything he had ever wanted to do to a captive female.

He had stumbled upon her quite by accident. He was checking on a rental house he owned in the East Bay, and he was passing the Greyhound bus station when the teen's thumb shot out. He pulled over on a whim and she ran up to his car. He smiled at her,

"Where ya headed?", he asked.

"I'm trying to get to 'Frisco" she said. He inwardly winced. People from San Francisco hated hearing it called 'Frisco.

"Far out, that's right where I'm going", he said, "hop in!" She threw a backpack into the backseat as she opened the door and sat down. He looked in the rear view mirror as he pulled away from the curb. Noone around

"Good thing I came along", he said, "lotta weirdos around this part of town."

"You got that right", she said, "I've only been in Oakland a day and I can't wait to get outta here. I hear 'Frisco's cool though."

"Yeah, I've been there a couple of times, on business, that's what I'm doing now", he lied. "I live in Tracy, way east of here, out in the sticks. You got friends in, um, 'Frisco?", he asked.

"Nah, not really. I just hitched down from Seattle, but I know a gal that came down a few weeks ago. She said she'll be hanging around the Park. I'll find her."

His mind was racing as he checked her out. Dirty Levis, low on her hips and full of holes, a thin top that exposed her belly, and her pierced belly-button. Her skin looked warm and soft. She was wearing a black Oakland Raider's windbreaker in the foggy, chilly night.

He pulled onto the approach of the Bay Bridge as he hatched his plan.

"Hey, tell ya what. I've gotta get a motel room tonight. Wouldn't mind a bit if you want to crash there. I could take you to the Park tomorrow so you can look for your girlfriend. He smiled at her.

She gave him a long look

"No funny stuff", he laughed, "I'll get twin beds if you want."

"Yeah, well that might be cool, but don't get any ideas!", she said.

"Nah, you can trust me, I'm harmless", he laughed. He already had plenty of ideas.

He could see her relax. "So, what's your name, anyway." she asked.

"Um, Gary," he said. "Gary Cooper, like the movie star."

"Never heard of him," she replied. "I'm Tina."

"Good to meet you Tina", he said, and he took her small, soft hand and shook it.

He pulled into a Motel Six a few blocks from his house, and pulled into a parking place, far from the office. He requested a ground floor room, and signed the register Mr. and Mrs. Gary Cooper with a sardonic smile, and laid out the $38.50 in cash. It only took a minute.

He opened the door to the room. "See, twin beds, like I told ya!" he said cheerfully. She was obviously relieved. He smiled again. She had probably fucked every pimply-faced kid from here to Seattle, but he had to play this just right. She threw her backpack on a bed, walked over and turned on the tv. He was still standing in the doorway.

"Go ahead and use the shower", he said. "I'll grab us some burgers," and before she could say a word he was closing the door. He raced to his house, grabbed a suitcase and threw in the items he thought he might need. A few lengths of clothesline, a roll of duct tape, some rags. As an afterthought he took the collar off of his German Sheperd, and grabbed his leash too. He threw some of his underwear and a few T shirts on top of the items and closed up the case. As he passed by his wet-bar he stopped again, re-opened the case and threw in a bottle of bourbon and a few cans of 7-Up. 'Every little bit helps,' he thought, and he was off to McDonalds.

She was in the shower when he got back, and he opened his case and put his items under the pillows of his bed. He grabbed the ice bucket and filled it up at the machine down the hall.

The bathroom door opened. "Glad I had a clean shirt left," she said. She had on a plain white T shirt that came down to mid thigh. She was obviously naked underneath it.

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