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Misty Jenkins was the District Attorney's daughter. One day, while she was home alone, two mysterious figures broke in and took her by surprise. The first figure was a sexy woman in a tight lycra suit with pvc boots and gloves. The second was a big man in plain, dark attire. Both wore masks to conceal their identities. Having overpowered Misty, they bundled her into a large bag, then carried her off to a secret location. There they blindfolded the nubile young lady, bound her ankles, cuffed her wrists, and locked her in a small room where she lay helpless and distressed on a bed. Afterwards, the man and the woman placed a call to her father to let him know the situation. They promised that harm would come to Misty unless he provided them with some crucial, classified information. The DA was frantic, but tried to stall for time. It was a bad move. The man and the woman decided to respond at once to this delay by treating Misty more harshly. Now that they were at their hideout, they had a third member to assist them. He wore a white mask, and was already having second-thoughts about holding Misty captive. In order to wear down the DA's daughter, the trio had a policy of leaving her alone and depriving her of food for long periods. On rare occasions, they would bring her some water. The leader of the group had no sympathy for Misty. He was a hardened criminal. The man in the white mask was a different story. Though he treated Misty coolly, he could not help betraying a little sympathy for her plight. Next time around, the water-bringer was the woman. Aside from being a brilliant and ruthless criminal, she was also a super-horny lesbian. Since it had already been decided that Misty must begin paying for her father's hesitance, the woman decided she may as well go about it by subjecting her to a sexual ordeal. With that, she ran her hands over Misty's body and lifted her dress to look at her cute little panties. The young lady sobbed and squirmed, but she could not do anything to save herself. She could not even see who was taking advantage of her. Presently, the woman kissed and licked lustfully over her face. Then she lay down between Misty’s legs, removed her panties, and ate out her undefended pussy. Using her tongue and fingers with depraved skill and sensuality, she caused Misty to moan in a combination of torment and involuntarily arousal. Following a XXXX French-kiss, the woman left her alone to XXXX. A day later and the DA still had not produced the required information. When the woman paid her second visit to Misty, she brought along some lube. This she rubbed over the young lady’s naked pussy after wrestling her down and prying her legs part. Misty was deeply distressed. Instinctively she called out for her father to help her. But there was no stopping her horny lesbian captor. Unzipping the front of her suit to reveal a delicious big-breasted cleavage, the woman lay down beside Misty and started to get more intimate with her. She spent a while thoroughly toying with the unhappy girl's pussy, then climbed on top of her. Next the woman dry-humped her own pussy against Misty's. She went at it long and hard, eventually bringing herself off - even as Misty sobbed in humiliation. There ended the second part of her ordeal. On the following day, it was the man in the white mask who came to her. He thought only of delivering the drink of water, but Misty had other ideas. During the night she had come to believe that he was only one of her three captor's who could be reasoned with. She felt a kinship with him. Alone with him, she begged him to undo her bindings and let her go. The man hesitated. Misty was so desperate to be free that she suddenly reached out and touched the crotch bulge his pants. She made it clear that she would perform any sex-act he wished - if only he would help her. Before the man had a chance to decide, Misty had pulled his cock out and commenced to suck on it with all the ability she could muster. It went on for some time until the pair thought they heard footsteps coming, Then they parted, and Misty fell back on the bed in despair. There was not time for the man to free her right then, but he had clearly been won over to Misty's side after she had pleased him so well. Sometime after, the trio of criminals held a meeting. The big man announced that the DA had just given him the information they wanted. The question now was: what should they do about Misty? The woman shrugged in response, and drew a finger across her neck. She had had her fun with the young lady, and could not care less her about her anymore. That solution being agreed upon, the big man went to finalize his plan for their escape out the country. Meanwhile, the man in the white mask sneaked off to see Misty. His mind was made up. Realizing the peril she faced, he hurriedly started to undo her handcuffs. Misty thanked him profusely as he went to work. She and her would-be savior were so caught up in what they were doing that they did not noticed the big man enter the room. In his hand was a baseball bat. Silently he stepped behind his treacherous colleague and smashed him on the back of the head. He went down like a sack of potatoes, and stayed utterly motionless on the floor. Misty managed a brief scream before the big man angrily grabbed and shook her. She thought she was in for the worse, but suddenly the man changed his tack. Taking off his clothes, he climbed onto the bed and proceeded to give her the first straight violation of her captivity. In her dark, blindfolded, nightmare world, Misty sobbed and wept in XXXX and despair as she was mercilessly used and abused. The big man first XXXX her to suck his cock nice and deep while he helped himself to fingering her pussy. Often he made her take him so deep that she gurgled and spluttered. Then he lay her on her back and gave her a hard missionary-style fucking that made her cry out pitifully. He slammed his cock to the hilt in to her young pussy - holding her legs wide apart by the ankles to ensure she gave him all the entry he needed. After that, he turned her onto her hands and knees and gave her a relentless ravishing from behind. Cruelly his hands clenched the hair at the back of her and pulled on it to press her into fucking back at him. Finally, he pushed the broken Misty onto her knees and made her suck him off once more - until he let rip a massive load of hot creamy cum that coated her wincing face and entered her reluctantly parted mouth. Misty was a speechless, sniveling wreck come the end of it. Maybe her captors would finish her off as planned, or maybe they would have a change of heart when they reflected on what a pleasurable fuck-toy she could be. But one thing was certain: Misty would never be the same again