Rebecca strained against the ties holding her to the wooden chair, aware of what the ropes around her torn dress were doing to her cleavage. She chewed on the knotted bandana tied between her full lips and stared pleadingly into the camera, batting her eyelashes.

“Your still giving me ‘fuck me’ eyes and not ‘save me’ eyes,” the cameraman said.

Rebecca gave an exasperated grunt and moaned, “Appthh akkaauugh aa’mmm orrrmmmyyy!”

Her coconspirator, Eric, laughed, lowering his camera. “Did you say ‘horny’, or ‘hungry’? Bear in mind, your answer greatly influences whether or not I make you give me a blowjob after this.”

The bound and gagged woman rolled her eyes. The truth was, she was incredibly horny, and maybe if her husband were a little more adventurous, she wouldn’t be in such a hurry to divorce him. She just had to get the greedy bastard to pay out her ransom first.

Eric tried a couple more pictures before pulling her gag out.

“How do they look?” she asked, licking her dry lips.

“See for yourself,” her boyfriend said, showing her the pictures. Her frown grew as he cycled through dozens of photos of her bound and gagged.

“They do look really staged,” she agreed.

“I told you. You’re a terrible actress.”

She glared at him, but still tied to the chair, there wasn’t much she could do about it.

“I could tear your dress a bit more, flash a nip or two,” he offered.

She bit her lip, focusing on the picture. Her hair was already a disheveled mess, and Eric had slapped her across the face hard enough to leave a handprint, but it had faded already by the end of the photo shoot, and it, like her expression, just looked fake.

“Screw it. Go all out.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. Fuck me up. Really make it look like you’ve hurt me, and you’ll hurt me a lot worse if Lawrence doesn’t pay up!” She lunged forwards, feeling the ropes dig into her.

A smile spread across Eric’s face. “My pleasure, Mrs. Gill.”

A perverse shiver of pleasure ran down her spine as her boyfriend used her married name. There was nothing fake about his performance when he tore her dress down to her naval. She could see it in his eyes when he tore her bra off that he wanted to fuck her. He wasn’t acting when he pushed the chair over, and it wasn’t supposed to break when it crashed into the hard basement floor. Her scream wasn’t fake from the sharp pain in her arm and shoulder. There was a brief second where Eric paused, about to ask her if she was okay, but the look in her eyes told him to keep going.

“Come here, bitch.” He grabbed her by the hair, dragging her up onto to her knees. “Open your fucking mouth!” he growled.

“Make me!” she spat.

He hit her, making the slap he’d given her earlier feel like a love tap.

“Ow, fuggggnnghh!”

He had his dick in her mouth before she could finish her expletive, already rock hard. They played games; he’d tied her to the bedposts and spanked her in bed, but nothing like this before.

Rebecca choked on his cock as he rammed it into the back of her throat, gagging. She licked her tongue up the bottom of his shaft, hearing him moan. And then she gave him a bite. Just a small one, but enough to get his attention, and she smiled around the mouthful of penis as he tightened his grip on her hair.

“None of that, cunt! You’ve got other holes without teeth, if you’d rather I start with them.”

She thought about it, and then bit down again.

“Ow! Suit yourself!”

His dick came out of her mouth and the knotted cleave gag went back in, barely muffling her screams as he hauled her up and threw her over the back of the couch.

“Oh, you’re enjoying this a lot, aren’t you slut?”

The question was rhetorical, her sopping panties all the evidence he needed, but she screamed emphatically through her gag. “Nnnnnnnfffff! Lmmmmphh mmmggeee. Gggoommmph!!!”

“Shut up, whore. Until hubby pays your ransom, I’ll do whatever I want with you!” He ripped her panties off. She felt the cleave gag pulled from between her lips, and she opened her mouth wide for him to stuff her wet panties into her mouth.

“You taste that?”

“Mmmhmmm,” she moaned as he popped the knot back between her teeth, and then he tightened her gag, the corners digging painfully into the edges of her lips.

“I kinda hope he doesn’t pay. Then I can keep you all to myself.” She could feel him, the tip of his shaft rubbing against her wet, swollen lips. She thrust her ass backwards, ready for him, but he made her wait, slapping her ass. “Settle down,” he commanded. Eric continued to slide his dick across her opening, the head of his cock rubbing across her clit, teasing her. “I really want to fuck your tight pussy, but a fertile cunt like you is likely to get knocked up. Your hubby doesn’t want to get his bitch back pregnant with her kidnapper’s kid.”

She was on birth control, but the threat was pushing buttons she didn’t even know she head, and she arched her back, thrusting her ass up as much as she could, moaning.

“I guess I’ll just have to fuck you up the ass.” He spit, his saliva splattering between her splayed cheeks.

She squealed as she felt his dick poke at her rosebud. She’d never let him take her in the ass before; Eric had never even asked. Lawrence had, back when he still seemed interested in her. She’d done it, with mixed feelings, but now she wanted it more than anything. Biting down on her panties, she howled through the pain and discomfort as her sphincter stretched to accommodate him.

“You’re such a dirty slut,” he told her as he forced himself into her, groping and slapping her butt the whole time. “I’ll give you back when he pays the ransom, but you won’t be the same. No, you’re my cunt now!”

She nodded hard as he slammed into her, banging her into the couch. Her bound hands curled into fists behind her back, her fingers clenched so hard she was sure her nails drew blood from her palms. “Aaggmmmm yuurrrrmmmphs! Aaggmmmm yuurrrrmmmphs!!!” she screamed over and over.

“That’s right, bitch! Never forget that!” He came in her ass, panting as he slowly pulled out, slapping her ass a few more times for good measure.

She looked back over her shoulder, her eyes filled with disappointment when she saw him cleaning himself up and grabbing his camera again.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, aiming the lens her way.

“Wmmmpphh aaggmmmnpff mmphh?” She wiggled her ass, sure his cum dripping out of her ass across her swollen, needy, aching pussy was plainly visible.

“You’re the hostage. You don’t get to cum.”

Maybe if he’d stayed in character as her gravely voiced kidnapper she wouldn’t have been as mad, but all she could see was her boyfriend’s cheeky smile, and she fumed into her gag. “Afffhmmmpphhh!!!”

“There’s my angry hostage,” he said, snapping pictures. “Oh, these are good!” He ignored her gagged tirade, moving around her and getting shots from all angles. “I’m gonna keep some of these for myself.”

This round of photos came out a lot better; she saw when he let her view them, after putting her through a variety of poses. “I like that one.” She selected a picture where she was sitting up on the couch, her breasts bared and red from her kidnapper’s attention, her pussy covered, but the rip in her dress revealing her bare waist and notable lack of any underwear. Her expression was more scared than upset, but there was still a hint of anger in her eyes above her tight gag.

“That’s a good one. What about this one?” He found another picture where she was leaning forward, and it was clear that she was screaming into her gag in that one.

“Sure, send him that one too.” Rebecca shifted, still bound, rubbing her thighs together.

“Do you want to be untied?”

“I want to cum,” she said impatiently.

“I already told you,” he leaned in close to her ear, adopting his gravelly kidnapper voice again. “You don’t get to cum.”

She shivered. Realistically, he couldn’t leave her tied up while he negotiated her ransom, as much as both of them might have enjoyed it. Her hands were already on the verge of going numb from being bound so long, and she gratefully rubbed the deep impressions made by the ropes on her arms to get the circulation flowing again once he untied her.

“Hopefully it won’t take long,” Eric assured her. He was careful, making sure not to let anything trace back to him when he contacted Lawrence to demand a ransom, and she just had to lay low at his place while he took care of it.

“That depends on him.” She took off her ruined dress, admiring the rope marks left on her body. What they were asking for was not unreasonable, certainly less than she felt she deserved, but it was an amount Lawrence could easily pay on the spot, and it was far more than she’d get in the inevitable divorce. If either of them could prove the other was cheating, she was sure it would have already happened, but with his ironclad prenuptial, she wouldn’t see a dime either way. At least with the ransom, she and Eric would have a little nest egg once the dust eventually settled on her current relationship.

“I’ll be back soon,” Eric said, kissing her and giving her ass one more slap. “If you’re a good hostage, when I get back I might have a treat for you.”

Rebecca purred as she kissed him back. “And if I’m a bad hostage?”

“Then I’ll punish you.” He made a point of locking her in. She could get out if she needed to, but the gesture was enough to make her wet again as she was left to wait for her captor to return. She hadn’t counted on their little ransom scheme to have such a wonderful side effect. Scamming her husband with her boyfriend was far sexier than she’d ever imagined, and it took every ounce of self-control to not masturbate while she waited. Even while she tried to pass the time, watching trash on TV in the spare clothes she’d brought, her hand kept finding its way down her pants, her fingers toying with her hypersensitive pussy, imagining what Eric would do to her when he got back. She edged herself to fantasies of him coming back find her playing with herself, tying her back of and spanking her for being a naughty slut who couldn’t help but touch herself.

But she never let herself cum. Perhaps another time, after she’d divorced her husband, and they needed something to liven things up, she could return to that fantasy. She had a better idea. Stripping back out of her clothes, she put back on the torn shreds of her dress. Her kidnapper would come back to find her just how he left her, bound, gagged, disheveled, sweaty and worked up from struggling, helpless to stop him from doing whatever he wanted to her.

Of course she couldn’t tie herself up the way Eric had, but the horny adulteress had plenty of time to play with the ropes after she’d stuffed her panties back in her mouth and tied the gag in place. It took her four tries before she got the breast harness just right, but it was worth the extra effort as she admired the way the ropes made her boobs look, moaning into her gag as she played with her nipples.

Rebecca bound her legs together at the ankles and thighs, switching back and forth between ankles crossed and uncrossed before deciding on crossed, feeling it gave her a more elegant look when she lay draped across the couch. The hard part was her arms; every effort to tie her wrists together being far too loose before she had the genius idea to tie a belt around her waist, leaving a rope noose at the back she could slip her hands into and with a simple tug, tighten until her hands were trapped and she was satisfactorily helpless.

All that was left was to wait, struggling and twitching and moaning on the couch, imagining she was trying to escape before her captor returned, but he’d tied her to tight, too securely, and there was nothing she could do to free herself.

Finally she heard the door to the basement open, and she moaned louder. The couch was facing away from the stairs, and she wiggled her hips, shaking away the fabric of her torn dress so he’d have a good view when he came around the sofa. His footsteps clicked across the floor, approaching the helpless damsel in distress, slowly crossing the room and rounding the corner.

“Mmmmppphhh!” Rebecca’s eyes widened as the man that appeared before her was not Eric, but her husband.

“Well this is convenient.” Lawrence said. He glanced around the basement, looking for something to sit on, but he opted to stand. His disgust for the dirty basement was clear, and he put his hands in the pockets of his tailored suit.

“Hmmmphh!” she cried. Rebecca’s mind was spinning. What was he doing here? What had happened to Eric? Did Lawrence know it was a fake kidnapping? Or did he think it was real, and he was here to rescue her somehow?

“So this was your plan?” he asked. “Get your boy toy to try and fleece me for some quick cash? Come on Rebecca, I thought you were better than that.”

She shook her head furiously. “Hnnnn unnn!” She had to play along that the kidnapping was real, and she could sort out Eric later. At least she’d thought to tie herself back up.

“So that wasn’t your boyfriend who sent me the pictures of you like this, demanding a ransom? If that’s true, I’m going to have to fire my private eye, and that’s be a shame, because he’s been very good about keeping me up to date on your infidelities.”

She kept her shock in check, shaking her head again and screaming in protest.

He ignored her, continuing. “One thing I am curious about though, was it you who valued yourself so little, or him?”

Her eyes narrowed and she fumed into her gag. “Fummphh ymmuuu!”

Lawrence shrugged casually. “Either way, he was happy to take even less. It worked out for me though; it’s less than I would have paid my lawyers in the divorce.”

“Whmmpph?”

“I was going to go through with the divorce months ago, but I knew that if I waited long enough, you’d really screw up, and here you are. Now I can leak that you tried to scam me with a fake ransom, and then disappeared to some country with no extradition. Your boyfriend was all too happy to go along with it. Of course, the alternative was far worse.”

“Nnnnph! Hmm nnnggg!” she cried. Eric would never go along with this.

“I can make it look like you were spotted in some other country, spending my money. The press will love it, and I’ll look sympathetic. And I can actually write off far more money than I actually paid as the ransom. Your timing was actually perfect for me, Rebecca.”

She was shaking with rage. It was so typical of him to make a windfall out of her trying to get what she deserved out of him.

“Of course, that just leaves, what to do with you?”

The first shiver of actual fear ran down her spine. She’d genuinely loved Lawrence when she married him, but during their six years together she’d gotten glimpses of a darker side of her husband, the ruthless edge that made him so successful in business extended to other areas of his life, and now that she’d severed the tenuous strings of their relationship, she could be in actual trouble. Slowly, she shifted to she could reach the knot the holding her wrists. It was a simple loop, one she should be able to get free of.

“I could just let you go, let you live out the narrative I’ve constructed. As long as you don’t come back to the states, it would amount to the same thing, really.”

She kept working, twisting her wrists back and forth, feeling the rope loosen. She knew her husband, how he gave his little speeches. He’d taunt her with this best-case scenario before he revealed whatever he actually had planned for her.

“But I can’t let the woman who tried to steal for me just get off scot-free.”

“Leeephh aullkkk!” she tried to communicate around her panties. She wouldn’t be getting off scot-free, not if she had to leave the country. And as far as everyone would know, that’s exactly what he’d have done, what was the difference if he actually let her go?

“No, Rebecca, you gave up your opportunity to talk when you faked your own kidnapping. You’re going to sit there, all tied up and gagged, and listen.”

The rope around her wrist was loose enough to slip her hands free, but her legs were still bound. She couldn’t even hop with her legs crossed, so she waited, keeping her hands behind her back.

“It would be easiest just to kill you and get rid of you. But I’m no monster. We had some good times, didn’t we?” He took his hands out of his pockets and leaned over her, stroking her cheek. She fought back the urge to growl at him from beneath her gag. “I can’t let you go, and I’ve had all the fun I’m going to have with this.” He lifted the torn scrap of her dress, baring her pussy. “In case you weren’t aware, I’ve started seeing someone else as well.”

This came as no surprise to Rebecca, but even still, having him so callously dismiss her body as though she were all used up stung more than she cared to admit.

“You remember Lindsay Thomas? Of course you do.”

This time Rebecca couldn’t help herself, muttering profanity into her gag. “Hmmmph bmmmphhh!”

“She doesn’t have the rack you do, but I’m sure I’ll have her get some work done. But I don’t think there’s a plastic surgeon in the world who could improve on that ass,” he mused.

Rebecca thought back to all the procedures she’d done, to keep him interested in her. At the time, she thought it had been her idea, but now she was sure Lawrence had manipulated her into getting all the tucks and lifts and injections. All for him to find someone younger and hotter anyways.

“Anyways, she really wants a dog. I’m not about to let an animal in my house, what with the fur and the slobber. But you…”

Rebecca’s eyes went wide. He couldn’t be serious.

“It would give her something to do, a project. I’m sure she would enjoy training you.”

She couldn’t take it anymore. All thoughts of waiting for her opportune moment flew out the window as she imagined his new little tart treating her like a dog. Rebecca brought her hands forward, striking him across the face, dragging her nails down his cheek as she screamed into her gag. Lawrence swore, taken aback by the sudden burst of ferocity from the wife he’d assumed was helpless before him.

“Fuck!” He wiped at his cheek, staring at the blood on his fingers.

Rebecca had already lunged forward, rolling off the couch and was frantically trying to untie her ankles.

“You’ll pay for that, Rebecca.”

She spotted the broken chair, the pieces of wood still in a pile on the floor from earlier, and threw herself forward, grabbing a leg and swinging it at her husband.

Lawrence was ready this time, catching it and yanking it from her grasp. Rebecca abandoned it immediately and returned to the loosened knot around her ankles. It came away and the scrambled up onto all fours, her thighs still bound together, and turned towards the stairs.

Another man blocked her path. Jeremiah, her husband’s, driver, though she knew he did a lot more for Lawrence than drive him around, especially seeing that he was trusted enough to bring along while Lawrence made his wife disappear.

“Plleephhh! Herreemmehhh!” She pleaded as the other man grabbed her under the arms and lifted her to her feet.

“I’m sorry, Miss Gill.” His tone was flat, not an ounce of sympathy in his voice as he turned her around, pinning her arms to her sides.

Lawrence was wiping his cheek with a handkerchief as he slowly approached. “Yes, you’re definitely going to need a lot of training before you’ll make a good dog for Lindsay. But you will.”

“Plleephhh! Nnnphh!” She cried as Jeremiah rebound her arms behind her back, much tighter than even Eric had.

“You should have just filed for a divorce. But between you and me, I like this a lot better,” Lawrence said. “I’m going to make a point to enjoy this.”

Rebecca shook her head, crying as her ankles were tied again and Jeremiah easily hoisted her up and threw her over his shoulder.

“Let’s get her to her new home and begin her training,” Lawrence said, following his driver upstairs. “And on the way, let’s stop off at a pet store.”

“Yes sir,” Jeremiah said, easily carrying the struggling Rebecca to the car.

Rebecca’s screams were muted as she was dumped into the trunk, and the last thing she saw was her husband smiling down at her.

“I’m sure they have a shock collar that will fit.”