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“It’s just a simple video to send a message. You don’t need a fancy one,” he replies mildly. His eyes are on Lucia, analyzing her like he analyzes everything else, and I follow his gaze.
The girl’s pretty, very pretty, especially now that I can see the lean lines of her body and the swell of her breasts, the way her lips part slightly in her enforced slumber.
I cup my cock in my pants as I stare at her motionless, utterly helpless body, groaning. Angel comes up behind me and slides his hand over mine, and I jump. I glare at him over my shoulder. What we do in private needs to stay private.
It’s not like I think Victor’s unaware of what Angel and I do when we’re alone, but I don’t need to show anyone. I don’t need their judgment—I do plenty of that on my own.
Victor goes to the camera, and he nods to me. “I’ll do the talking, but I’ll stay out of the frame. You two can do the convincing.”
“Oh, so just let him recognize us and have him send his hit men for us then?” Angel gripes.
“Seriously, Victor. What the fuck?” I echo his sentiments.
“Keep your back to the camera then,” Victor says, an edge of impatience in his voice. “Let’s get this over with before Sleeping Beauty wakes up.” He glares daggers at me. “Since someone couldn’t be bothered to gag her.”
I shrug, batting my lashes as I smile wickedly at him. This is justsomuch more fun, and I like the idea of her waking up in the middle of it. I didn’t dose her that much, and she’ll be too groggy to do much when she does wake.
“Let’s get this over with,” Victor says.
Angel pulls on a mask and steps close to her, and as soon as Victor nods to him that the video has started, Angel’s hands find that lacy bra almost immediately. He strokes her breasts, making a show for the camera as he fondles her.
“As you can see,” Victor says from behind the camera, taking his time speaking as Angel rips open the front of her bra, easily tearing the lace connecting the flimsy pieces of expensive fabric, “we have your daughter.”
I stand out of the way, watching and rubbing my crotch, thinking about burying my cock inside of her. She’d never even know I fucked her. She’d just be sore, and she’d be filled with my cum, and the idea is so arousing that I know I won’t be able to stand by and watch Angel have all the fun.
He thumbs her nipples until they pebble, her body reacting despite itself. She doesn’t need to be conscious to have a physical reaction to his touches.
That only makes it hotter, and I wonder what else I can do to her body while she’s unconscious. It’s been so long since I’ve gotten a present like this, one I can play with to my heart’s content…
Though I have to remind myself that I can’t go full force unless Daddy Dearest doesn’t pony up.
I almost hope he refuses, just so his favorite little girl can learn what it’s like to be touched more than I know Victor will let me now.
Angel plays to the camera, making sure it catches every little bit of what he’s doing. He doesn’t want her father to miss a moment of his daughter’s defilement, and I want it for posterity. I’ll never get tired of watching this.
Victor is silent, letting the camera get a good several minutes of Angel playing with Lucia’s tits before he finally starts to trail his fingers down her body. He pauses at her panties then pulls them off, sliding them down her legs and bringing them up to his nose and inhaling deeply.
“Better get her quick, Daddy,” Angel says. I can’t see it, but I know the wolfish grin is there underneath the mask. I can hear the glee in his voice when he goes on, “Because this?” He waves the underwear in the direction of the camera before shoving them straight into Lucia’s partially open mouth. “This is wet. I can’t wait to get into your daughter’s virgin pussy.”
Victor lets that hang in the air for a moment, and I can’t help myself. I keep my head turned away from the camera and kneel in front of the bondage chair, spreading Lucia’s legs wide.
“Let’s see just how wet she is,” I say.
“While my associates here test out your daughter’s… responses, I’ll give you our terms. Your daughter, safe and unharmed, for the low, low price of five million dollars and control over the south district west of the docks,” Victor goes on.
Angel takes out the cock I hate to find so beautiful, and I can’t look up at him for long—only enough to see him playing with its hardness, stroking himself over Lucia’s stomach.
Oh, hell no. He’s not the only one who gets to play.
I bury my face in Lucia’s cunt, and I’m a little surprised to find that she actually is wet. I thought Angel was exaggerating a little, but he had been messing with her in the car. Besides, it’s not like she can stop this from happening; it’s not like her mind can recoil in horror when she’s so deeply drugged.
I moan.
“How does she taste?” Angel growls, speeding up his strokes.
“Like heaven,” I tell him, barely moving back enough to speak. “I can’t wait to sink my cock into this wet cunt.”
“Which will only happen,” Victor interjects smoothly, “if you refuse our terms. If you decide to cooperate, we’ll be happy to return her with… minimal touching.”
