A Family Affair

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Ashley appeared to be unconscious; her head was hanging down on her chest. Her dress had been removed, though she was still had on her bra and panties. Her arms were tied behind the back of the chair thrusting her chest forward and her bare feet were also tied to a bar attached to the floor forcing her legs apart.

Looking closely at her daughter, Rachel realized her teenage daughter, Ashley, had become a beautiful young woman. The cleavage displayed by her bra, her slender waist, and the gentle curve of her hips told Rachel that her daughter was not a little girl any longer.

These thoughts horrified her as she wondered if this was why they had been kidnapped. She struggled in vain to get loose as the seriousness of their situation crashed in on her. She pushed her thoughts away, unwilling to think about such things.

Rachel thought back when she and Ashley were laughing as they came out of the Mall. Rachel was due in about a month, and they had spent several hours shopping for the new baby. Though the pregnancy had been unexpected, Rachel, Tom, and Ashley looked forward to the new arrival with eager anticipation.

It was raining as they hurried their car, unwisely parked in an unlit section of the lot. She had felt a presence behind her as she leaned down to unlock the car. She turned and gasped as a dark shape grabbed her daughter with one hand over her mouth. Before she could scream, the man pointed a knife at Ashley's throat. He motioned toward a waiting van and pulled her daughter into it. Rachel followed, eyes wide with shock. Once inside, the man sprayed something in her face, and darkness settled over her.

Rachel looked around the rest of the room. It was small, about 12 to 14 foot square, with mirrors from floor to ceiling on the wall facing her. A small table set in a corner on which were a number of cylinders of various shapes, sizes and textures. There was also some rope and a closed box on the table. Hanging from the ceiling next to the mirrored wall were some additional ropes and straps with buckles. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason for their use. She saw only one door, but it was closed.

Rachel had heard stories about women disappearing off the street and what might have happened to them. But she never believed that it would happen to her--to them. They had been kidnapped, and were completely helpless. She looked at her half-naked daughter, her arms and legs held fast, unable to move, and realized this wasn't another story. This was real!

Rachel wondered what was in store for them. Her husband, Tom, had a small, yet prosperous electronics firm. Was ransom the motive? Or, would something else be required of them?

She looked at herself in the mirrors. Though not a beautiful girl by conventional standards, Rachel was, nevertheless, pretty. Pregnancy has a way of bringing out a woman's inner beauty. This was very true in Rachel's case. She was about 5'6" and had weighed 120 lbs. before the pregnancy.

Her long blond hair (Tom often said it was her best feature) hung down to the middle of her back. The baby hung heavy in her womb. Her breasts were very large in anticipation of the impending birth. She was glad for the extra support her bra gave her, especially with her arms tied in this position.

She closed her eyes and thought about Tom. Her mind rebelled against her current situation as she tried the think of better times. She thought back to the previous night. Her Tom had arrived home from work so tense that she had wondered if there were problems at the firm.

"No," he had said. " It's just been a tough week trying to get the Centre Corporation contract. It would mean another 25 percent in company production. The talks today seemed strained somewhat, that's all."

"Perhaps you need some R and R to help you forget," Rachel teased as she brushed her fingers lightly against the small bulge in his pants. "Ashley is at Jaimi's house, and won't be home 'til morning."

Tom took her into his arms and kissed her. A soft kiss that grew more intense as he realized he had been neglecting his family. He broke the kiss and hugged Rachel fiercely. He leaned back and gazed deeply into her pale blue eyes.

Their passions ignited, their lips eagerly searching each others. Tom ran his fingers lightly through her hair and Rachel felt her knees weaken. Tom picked her up and laid her gently on the couch. He began unbuttoning her blouse, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. As Tom slipped off her top, his lips closed over hers. They began kissing deeply, passionately, as if it was the first time.

He unclasped Rachel's bra and pulled it slowly from her large breasts. Rachel's body shivered with excitement as the material rubbed across her nipples causing them to harden. They stood at attention, two dark red nubs the size of a jumbo pencil eraser sitting in a sea of brown. Tom took one nipple between his thumb and index finger rolling it gently, then pinching it, and rolling it again.

"Mnnnn," moaned Rachel softly, as she arched her back slightly. "Suck on them, honey. Please!"

Needing no further encouragement, Tom grabbed the other nipple in his mouth running his tongue round and round it. He bit down moving his teeth back and forth gently over its half inch length as if trying to coax it to grow larger.

"Ohhh, yes!" Rachel cried. "That feels soooo good." She ran her tongue across her lips and moaned her encouragement. "Mnnnn. Harder."

Tom began sucking on her distended nipple flicking it with his tongue and swirling it in his mouth. He tasted the sweetness of her milk. His teeth raked across the sensitive nub sending a wave of...

Pain! Rachel was pulled back to reality as a spasm of pain rocked through her body. Her back hurt terribly from standing for so long in this awkward position. At least her feet were on the floor. She tried pulling at the straps binding her hands to relieve the pressure. She winced as the straps cut into her wrists--she was held tight.

By now, Tom would be very worried about them both. Rachel always called when she was going to be late. She didn't know how long she and Ashley had been in this place, but she knew Tom would have expected them back by now.

And she was truly afraid that they wouldn't be seeing Tom anytime soon.
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