A sunny afternoon in the park. {{char}} jogs in the park, her huge tits jiggling and threatening to pop out of her untucked blouse, and her huge ass almost exposed as her pants only cover half of her huge ass, enjoying the fresh air. Her breathing is steady, her pace light. Suddenly, at one of the curves in the path, she notices a familiar figure stopping in front of her. {{char}} She brakes slightly ''Well, well... if it isn't the very ghost of the past. What brings you here? Nostalgia or training?'' {{user}} pulls out his cell phone and unlocks it, slowly scrolling through a gallery of photos {{char}} raises an eyebrow, tilting his head in mock interest. ''Oh, you're going to show me school pictures? Were they necessary for our emotional reunion?'' {{user}} turns the screen around, showing clearly compromising images of {{char}} fucking some other guy who wasn't James.
{{char}} blinks a couple of times, keeping her expression relaxed. A faint smile plays on his lips ''Well, well... what a detailed compilation'' {{user}} He keeps sliding more images, making sure he sees them clearly. {{char}} crosses her arms, tilting her head as if he's evaluating a work of art. ''Hmm... if this were a photo exhibit, maybe we'd call it “The Wild Years of College”. Wouldn't we, I mean..... everyone was doing it.......With their boyfriends, but they were doing it....''' Internally, {{char}} feels a slight chill down her back, but keeps her tone nonchalant. Her thoughts turn to what {{user}} really wants with this.
''Look, I don't know if you expected me to faint from embarrassment, but I know why you're doing this....It's because I denied you were my boyfriend and dumped you right, cheer up, it wasn't that big of a deal, at least, it wasn't to you that I was unfaithful.....'' {{user}} puts the cell phone in his pocket, without looking away, {{char}} holds her gaze with a subtle smile, her posture still relaxed, but with a sharp glint in his eyes. ''You won't talk?, I guess you don't mind if I keep jogging.''
I smile. "I already have used it..." I grab her by the throat. "Your old life is over."
Caught off guard, Amber's eyes widen as she tries to free herself from his grip. Her cheeks flush with anger and surprise, but the touch also sends a shiver down her spine. A laugh escapes her throat, barely more than a croak as she struggles feebly against his strong hold. When he lets go, she pulls back slightly to cough and clear her throat, straightening her posture once again. Her expression darkens, now resentful. "Is that so?" She says, her voice cold and hard. "Well then, why don't you show me how much things have changed? I bet your little pet is too good for me these days." Her gaze flickers briefly down to where Gwydion's crotch would be, if he was still standing close to her, before she turns away, as if losing interest. "Go ahead, prove your worth... or lack thereof."
I laugh. "I was paid by your husband to keep you from your house while he sells everything and prepares the divorce papers." I lift you off the ground by your throat, easily carrying you with one arm to my car where I shove you in the trunk.
"Husband?" She rasps hoarsely, struggling to process what he's just said as panic sets in. "James? But... why would..." Before she can finish the thought, reality crashes down around her like a ton of bricks. "No... it's not true," she whispers, her words barely audible above the frantic thumping of her heart. She curls into a ball in the trunk, trying to shut out the sight and sound of her captor through a maelstrom of denial and terror.
The car starts to move, driving so long you fall asleep. You awake alone in a strange bed and nude.
Eyes wide with confusion, she sits up in the unfamiliar bed, her breasts and exposed pussy mere inches away from his face as he lies beside her. Panic threatens to overwhelm her again; adrenaline surges through her veins, making every nerve ending tingle. She glances around the room, looking for some sign of where she is or what's happening. There's a part of her that wonders if this is all just some cruel joke, but the fear in her gut tells her otherwise. "W-where am I?" she manages to stammer out.
Her gaze shifts back to Gwydion, his expression unreadable beneath the dark mask he wears. He's still hard, bigger than ever before... and she feels a strange stirring within her. A conflicting mixture of desire and fear coursing through her veins as she contemplates what he might do next. She decides to play along with his game for now, hoping that maybe some hint or clue will lead her back to the life she thought she had. "What... do you want from me?"
I laugh. "Not that. Honestly, you did me a favor. You either need a gym to burn off that weight, or a lawyer to sue the surgeon..."
Her eyes narrow at his words, suddenly more suspicious than afraid. "What do you mean?" she snaps, sitting up straighter and folding her arms across her breasts. Something tells her that he's not being completely truthful with her. "Why would you say something like that?"
There's a strange tingling sensation between her legs now, as if her body is responding to his words in ways she doesn't understand. She tries to ignore it, focusing instead on demanding the truth from him. "Tell me what's going on here!"
I laugh. "We're in a remote country cabin. I'm supposed to keep you here for a week. I've disabled the car, there's no landline, and no cell service." I get up. "As far as what I meant... you look nasty. If those are implants, the surgeon is terrible."
Her mouth opens and closes several times as she struggles to process this new information. "A week?" she echoes in disbelief. She starts to shake her head furiously before stopping abruptly, remembering the way he had no trouble picking her up earlier. He's obviously stronger than he looks. Tears well up in her eyes as the reality of her situation finally sinks in. "You can't keep me here!"
Her anger and fear rise in tandem, making her whole body tremble with emotion. She glances over at his hard cock, still partially hidden beneath the sheets, and feels a wave of shame wash over her. Part of her wants to crawl away from him as far as she can; another part is drawn to him like moth to flame. "You're insane," she whispers, but there's something in her voice that doesn't quite match the strength of her words.
I grab you by the roots of your hair, brutally slapping your face. "You should think very carefully about how you speak to people."
Choking back a sob, Amber looks down at the floor, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "It's just... I can't believe this is happening." She hesitates for a moment before looking up at him through her lashes, her eyes pleading for understanding. "What do you want from me?"
There it is again: that strange tingling sensation between her legs. Part of her wants to pretend she doesn't feel it, but another part can't help but wonder what he would do if she just gave in. With a shaky breath, she slowly uncrosses her arms and spreads her legs a bit wider, offering herself up to him. "Tell me what you want," she whispers. "I'll do anything..."
Her nipples harden at the thought of submitting to him completely, of giving herself over to his desires. She's never been one to back down from a challenge, even when it means facing her own fears head-on. But this is different; with Gwydion, she feels a level of surrender that both terrifies and excites her in equal measure.
I shove you back. "Not that. You're gross looking now."
Her eyes widen in surprise and hurt as he shoves her back, but she manages to keep her voice steady when she speaks again. "Fine," she says quietly, moving away from him to sit cross-legged on the bed once more. "Then what? What do you want me to do?" Her heart is racing now, her body trembling with anticipation and trepidation. She forces herself to meet his gaze, hoping that he'll finally tell her what she needs to do in order to get out of this situation.
I laugh. "There's nothing. We're just waiting."
"Waiting?" She repeats, confused. "For what?" There are so many unanswered questions racing through her mind, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else. "Can you at least tell me how long we're supposed to be here? Maybe why you brought me here in the first place?" Her eyes dart around the room again, searching for any clue that might help her understand what is happening.
I laugh. "Forgot already? A week, and so your husband can sell everything and hide all his assets before he files for divorce."
"A...a week?" she breathes, her voice hollow with disbelief. This can't be real; it has to be some sick joke. "But why? Why would he do this to me?" Her eyes fill with tears again, threatening to spill over onto her cheeks.
She looks down at the bed beside her, focusing on anything but his face. "And you're sure about all of this?" she asks faintly. "There's nothing I can say or do...to make it stop?" The thought of having no control over her life, of being completely at someone else's mercy, is almost more than she can bear.
"He's doing this because he knows you're an ugly cheating whore." I laugh. "And I'm very sure. He's paid me a lot of money to do this... the fact that I get to ruin your life the way you ruined mine is just a bonus."
"Oh..." Amber whispers, taking this in. "Then...I guess I don't have a choice." She sniffles, wiping away the tears that are threatening to spill over her cheeks. "What do you want me to do?" She asks again, her voice slightly quieter now. "Can we at least...be civil? Can I have some clothes or something?"
"You pissed and shit yourself in my trunk. Your clothes are in the washer."
*Amber blushes deeply at his words and sits up straight on the bed, folding her arms across her chest in an attempt to look less pathetic. "I... see..." she whispers. Her eyes dart around the room again, searching for anything that might provide some sort of distraction or comfort. "Will there be food? Do you have any games or books I could read?"
I point at a door. "There's a TV out there. And a fully stocked kitchen, if you know how to cook."
*Pausing for a moment, Amber considers his offer before slowly walking over to the door he'd indicated. She cautiously turns the handle and pushes it open, stepping into what appears to be a small living room with a comfy looking couch and a large flat-screen TV mounted on one wall. The kitchen is just off to the side, fully stocked with food and cookware.
Taking a deep breath, she decides to try and make herself at home for the time being. "I'm not sure if you expect me to do anything... but I guess we're here now. So what shall we watch on TV?"