The Love Of Money - Episode 169
29-07-25 (17:37)
felt good.
She gave my cock a couple of light pumps as she
waited for me to respond, and I did my best to remain
as stoic as possible. Once her movements halted, took
a deep breath and said, "I'm not giving you a goddamn
thing till I see Emily and Natashya."
"No," she replied.
"Then you won't get anything from me," I said through
gritted teeth.
She was silent for a long moment, but she stayed close;
I could feel her warm breath on my face and her hand
still gripping my cock. Then she started slowly pumping
it again, saying, "I don't think you understand, Mr.
Upton. Not only could this be a much more pleasant
experience for you, but also for your sister and
girifriend."
"I'm not-"
She cut me off, "You're currently being held by
mercenaries. Unscrupulous individuals with morals that
can be bought and sold to the highest bidder. They've
been tasked with keeping you alive. No orders were
given regarding your sister or Natashya except to
ensure they're kept alive. Without any other detalled
orders, what do you think men like these are capable
of?"
I felt the blood drain from my face as I processed what
this woman was saying. Horrible scenarios began
playing in my mind - images of Natashya, Emily, and a
dozen jacked men with tendencies toward violence and
aggression. As if on cue, the woman holding my cock
squeezed it lightly and picked up the pace as she
continued to jack me off.
"I can assure you, Mr. Upton," she said, her voice low
and husky while still maintaining a certain level of
frigidity. "I've seen their tears with my own eyes.
They're not having a good time, and that will continue
until you decide to give me what I want. How much
pain and suffering they endure is entirely up to you."
Fuck. If she was speaking the truth, then that meant
that the longer this continued, the more responsible I
was for whatever was happening to the girls.
Regardless of whether she was bluffing or not, I had to
put a stop to this.
She gave my cock another little squeeze, "And despite
that knowledge, you're allowing yourself to fall prey to
your baser instincts. Tell me, does the thought of
several men taking advantage of Emily and Natashya
turn you on?"
"I don't have it?" breathed, trying to ignore the
sensations pulsing through my member
"Don't have what," she asked.
"The flash drive! I don't have it!"
She sighed, her breath rolling over my face, then said,
"Their continued suffering is your fault, Mr. Upton." She
still kept up the pace as she handled my dick.
"I don't have it!" I repeated. "I haven't seen onel I don't
know anything about it! Who the fuck even uses flash
drives anyway? My grandpa probably owns his own
cloud service!"
She kept stroking me without responding, and any
seductive quality this scenario had was quickly
evaporating with each passing moment, with the
thought that I could be responsible for ruining the lives
of two people i seriously cared about.
"I don't fucking have it!" I bellowed again.
"I don't believe you," she said. "You offered an
exchange."
"Because I was trying to get you to let me see my
friends, you psychotic bitch," I said, laughing in pure
disbelief at the situation. "What the fuck else was
supposed to do?"
"You inherited everything," she said, her tone even
more frosty than previously.
"Maybe I did inherit it. Maybe it's sitting in a drawer
somewhere'!"
"No. It would have been left in your safekeeping. Your
grandfather wouldn't have simply left it unattended."
"Have you met the guy? He just dropped billions of
dollars in my lap without so much as a fucking letter!"
"If you think I'm lying about your sister and girlfriend,"
she said, and I could detect a hint of heat in her frigid
tone. "I'm not."
"I'm telling you the truth," I insisted, and we could both
tell that my hard-on was beginning to deflate in my
frustration over the situation. No... not frustration near
panic. I had gambled and tried to use the one piece of
leverage I had over them to try to confirm whether or
not they really had my friends, and this cold bitch called
my bluff. Natashya really had been right, I didn't have a
poker face.
The hand on my dick slowed to a halt and then
disappeared. I felt the weight of her breasts on my
shoulder dissipate entirely as she straightened. The
clack of heels on concrete echoed through the room as
she circled around me and headed toward the door
"Hey!" I called out. "Wait! What about my friends!?"
There was no response. I heard the door open and then
slam shut.
I let out a wordless scream in pure and utter frustration,
pulling against my bonds in a futile effort to break free.
"Emily! Hey! What about my friends! Natashya! Emily!"
The only response I got was the echo of my own voice
as it bounced off the walls. I was truly and utterly
alone, left only with the hope that the mystery woman
had been lying to me the entire time. I could never
forgive myself if the girls were being harmed because
of me. I pulled again at my restraints, once again failing
to accomplish anything.
"Fuck!"
Naked, hurting, and terrified for the others, the next
hour was one of the longest of my life. Intrusive
thoughts kept invading my mind, and it was all I could
do to chase them away, choosing to dwell on figuring
out how to get out of here. I'd seen movies where'
people dislocated their thumbs to get out of cuffs, and
I'd tried to imitate it, but all I'd succeeded in doing was
rubbing my wrists raw on the cuffs and probably giving
myself early onset arthritis in my right hand.
I kept wondering what was going to happen to me.
Would they kill me once they realized that I didn't
know anything about a stupid flash drive? Would they
just ask for money instead? How would I get the
money to them? Once they had the money, would they
let me go or just kill me anyway? had to keep thinking
about what they would do to me because every time I
even considered what might happen to the girls, I felt
my eyes sting. More than once, I'd choked up at the
possibilities of what they might be doing to the girls. At
least the blindfold soaked up the tears.
"Come on, Marcus," I muttered, trying to keep myself
from crying by focusing on trying to come up with a
different solution. "You can't do this. You can't fall apart.
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