Tyrone Moore ran a successful kidnapping outfit in Central Africa.

Nothing exceptional really; kidnapping rich Western businessmen was rapidly becoming a national support. However, upon closer examination a number of factors puzzled the local authorities – Tyrone only seemed to kidnap the wives of rich businessmen (probably an easier prey?) and these women once united with their families, were unable, or unwilling, to reveal the slightest detail concerning their period of captivity. Apart from the fact, they all claim to have been treated "like royalty". Stockholm syndrome no doubt.

Another factor that puzzled the authorities was the local population's (feigned) ignorance as to Tyrone's real identity. In a country where dollars could buy almost anything, the authorities offers for reward were left unclaimed.

Tyrone would be the first to admit that his character was a series of contradictions. An athletic, well-muscled man of 6 feet, but with a quiet, gentle nature. Well educated in the finest French business schools, primed for a bright high-flying career, but then chose to return to his third-world home country. A fine-toned intellect, but with a penchant for crime. Therefore, with due hindsight, he was not really surprised by the choices he made. Upon returning to his country, saddened by the wide spread poverty, the corruption of his country's fonctionnaires, and the arrogant nature with which western companies pillaged his country's riches, treating the indigenous population with barely concealed contempt, he swore to right this wrong.

Within weeks he had created what he would later fondly call "Kidnap Inc." The objective of this organisation would be simple – take money from the rich and give to the poor. A modern day, business school educated Robin Hood. Kidnap Inc. was conceived for the long-term, engineered to resist the attentions of his country's (admittedly incompetent) law enforcement agencies. Firstly, he employed only extremely loyal staff taken from his native region. People who believed in what he was doing; people who had family, cousins, children that benefited directly from the schools and hospitals financed from his kidnapping proceeds. Secondly, and most importantly, Tyrone ensured that each kidnap victim, whilst in his custody, was treated like a 5-star hotel guest. Each victim would be given a tailor-made service that would be extremely pleasurable and certainly unforgettable.

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The twenty by twenty room was bare, except for the wooden pole, situated in the centre, that went from floor to ceiling. Against the pole, was a wide cushioned seat, upon which was slumped a petite blonde woman. Mitsy groaned as she slowly regained conciousness. She opened her eyes and looked around her strange surroundings. Attempting to move, she discovered her arms were handcuffed to the wooden pole.

"What the hell?" Mitsy cried.

Slowly, her sluggish memories bubbled to the surface. She last remembered being in the Plaza café, ordering a gin & tonic from that charming black bartender... and then, nothing ....

Mitsy was roused from her thoughts as the metal door swung open. A tall, muscled African entered the room, followed closely behind by two beautiful local women.

"Good Evening, Mrs Conner", said Tyrone, in a deep lilting African accent.

"I regret to inform you that you have been kidnapped. But please, rest assured, no harm will befall you. Assuming your husband's company pays the ransom promptly, you'll soon be back with your family."

Mitsy looked up to her kidnapper, tears running down her cheeks. "But why me? What have I done?"

Tyrone lowered his face and replied softly "Mrs Conner, this is a poor country, and its people need money to survive. I take from the rich, and give to the poor of my country. I tell you this so that you understand that I am not just some common criminal. You have nothing to fear from me. In fact, handcuffs aside, we shall endeavour to make your stay as pleasurable, and .... as memorable as possible."

Mitsy looked into his soft dark eyes and felt compelled to believe him.

"Please understand that we cannot risk removing your handcuffs, at least for the short term. Therefore these two women, Maya and Tiana, shall bath you and cloth you. Although, being a Westerner, you are unaccustomed to such attentions, please do not be concerned. These women and their ancestors before them perpetuate local traditions of bathing .. and during your stay you will be treated with respect and honour. Nothing will be done without your consent."

The two women escorted Mitsy to a nearby room, with a large bath full of hot steaming water. Humming gently, they began to slowly undress Mitsy. She felt vulnerable and embarrassed, naked in front of these two strangers. As if understanding her, Maya whispered into her ear "Please, do not worry. We are here to serve you, not to harm you". And then, Tiana and Maya let their own clothes fall to the floor. Mitsy, for some reason unknown to her, shuddered, as her eyes fell upon these two naked women. Their young bodies were taut, their breasts full and buttocks firm, and their dark skin a deep black. This provided a stunning contrast to Misty's petite, white silhouette.

Taking each a handcuffed arm, they lowered Mitsy into the warm soapy waters. Taking care not to let Mitsy's head slip beneath the water, the two women began to wash her tired body, humming gently as they worked. Mitsy's apprehension soon evaporated under their gentle attentions, learning to enjoy the sensation of helplessness. As Maya washed gently between her thighs, Tiana soaped her small breasts with loving care. Misty watched the two women, who seemed totally devoted to their tasks, showing neither shame nor embarrassment.

After what seemed like an eternity, Mitsy was taken from the bath, and gently dried. Her captives laid her down on a long table, handcuffing her arms to metal bars running down the sides. Tiana at the head of the table, and Maya at the foot, massaged oils into her freshly washed body. An entrancing, rhythmic music filled the room. Candles lit the immediate space around the table, creating a dance of light and shadow.

Mitsy had given up all pretence of resistance, and began to immerse herself in the sensual experience – unashamedly letting her body react to their attentions. "Anyhow", she rationalised, "what else can I do?"

As the massage came to an end, the two "slaves" (as she came to think of them) dressed her in the most beautiful and sexy lingerie. They brushed her hair and applied a small amount of make-up. Mitsy was escorted to her cell, if it could be called that. It seemed more like a 5 star hotel suite, complete with king-size bed, a living room area, with all the modern comforts and classy furniture you'd expect of a luxury hotel. There was even a television and small book collection. The handcuffs were removed, and Mitsy left on her own to eat a hearty meal.

Tyrone, standing in front of his CCTV displays smiled contently. The potent aphrodisiacs hidden in her food would slowly begin their work on Mitsy's libido. That combined with the sensual behaviour of his staff would soon break down Mitsy's resistance. Tyrone consulted once again Mitsy's extensive dossier. His staff had spent over three months investigating before the decision had been taken to kidnap her. She was basically a good, kind-hearted person married to a corporate climber and mean, heartless husband. She genuinely seemed to like her live in Africa, and treated her house staff with due care and consideration. This explained her 1st class treatment within Tyrone's hostage complex. Tyrone made it a principle that each hostage should receive a welcome in direct proportion to their merit.

Her sexual profile had interesting potential. Her house staff (all Tyrone employees) had reported in detail her husband's disinterest in martial sex. However, indications were that Mitsy had a very healthy sex drive. She masturbated often and interestingly her sessions coincided with the daily visit from her black gardener. His staff suspected an healthy interest in native men.

Tyrone looked up from his dossier and watched as Mitsy switched on the television and began flicking through the channels. One channel in particular held her attention. It seems this "hotel" even offered free porn channel access. Feeling relaxed and rather horny, she settled down to watch the porn film. The odd porn film she'd seen in the past tended to be clinical, without passion and sensuality. However, what she was seeing on screen was the complete opposite. A white middle-aged woman was being seriously fucked by two incredibly hung black men, and judging by the noise she was making and the look on her sweaty, red face, she was not acting. The passion literally oozed out of the screen.

Mitsy settled back to watch the film, her hand slowly wandering down to her knickers. Sex with her husband at the best of times was a duty more than a pleasure. However, recently this duty occurred less and less, leaving her frustrated. That, along with the sensual bath and massage had left her feeling horny. Her body was tingling, gently burning from the pungent oils her "slaves" had used. Her nipples were hard and erect, brushing against her satin lingerie. Her clitoris felt enormous, throbbing between her legs.

The following morning, MItsy was awoken by her two female escorts. Once again, the handcuffs were applied and she was taken for her morning bath. This was followed in the evenings by a long, sensual massage session. In between, Mitsy's day was spent in her apartment, eating, reading books and masturbating before the interracial porn on television. As the days passed Mitsy began to feel hornier and hornier.

After one long masturbation session, Mitsy looked at the television screen with a puzzled look. Something with this film troubled her. Slowly, realisation dawned on her. The porn film was taking place in an apartment similar to the one she currently occupied! The same furniture, the same wallpaper. These films were actually being made locally! Her pussy juices seeped forth at the idea of that black cock being nearby. She flicked through the other porn channels, and confirmed her initial findings. They all were taking place in similar surroundings.

Another shock awaited her. She was sure she recognised one of the white women getting fucked by an enormous black cock. The woman in question went to the same country club as Mitsy, and she vaguely remembered hearing gossip about her mysteriously disappearing for a number of weeks. My God.. all of the white women being fucked were probably hostage victims like her!! Mitsy's mind was in a turmoil. Were these women being systematically raped? She couldn't believe that for one moment. These women were blatantly enjoying every moment, and every inch of black cock. The implication of that thought sunk into her numbed mind. Her night was filled with erotic dreams of well-endowed black men with thick, long cocks. Unknown to her, the drug-laced food was having its desired effect.

Thoughts of black cock still filled her mind, as she was taken the following morning for her ritual bath. Maya and Tiana, noticing the subtle change, began to slowly move their wash from the realms of sensual to sexual. Tiana ran her soapy fingers over Mitsy's breasts, circling slowly her taut nipples, whilst Maya began to rub oil into her inner thighs, slowly pushing her legs apart, Her hands slid over the soft skin, passing within millimetres of the engorged, wet pussy. Mtsy couldn't help but ask Maya about the interracial films, and her suspicions.

Tiana held the handcuffed Mitsy in her arms, laying Mitsy's head upon her breasts. While Maya proceeded to shave Mitsy's glistening pussy, Tiana replied "You've just understood something important about this place. You may be our hostage, but we endeavour to make your stay as pleasurable and memorable as possible. You'll learn more upon returning to your room. Now relax, and enjoy." They began to rub pungent oils into Mitsy's body, purposely focusing her attention on her cleanly shaven pussy.

Upon returning to her room, Mitsy's pussy was on fire, her libido out of control. As her slaves left, they pushed a concealed button, and suddenly one of the bedroom walls slid back to reveal a large one-way mirror. The lights dimmed and Mitsy could see into the neighbouring apartment's bedroom. On the bed were a white middle aged woman and two young athletic African men. The woman was applying all her energy and attention to the first man's huge cock. It was magnificent. She sucked, licked and nibbled on his cock head, her eyes closed in concentration. The second man, positioned himself behind her, and waited. The woman raised her head, looked him in the eye and said "Fuck me". He slowly slid his wide girth into her waiting pussy. A load moan reverberated in Mitsy's room, as hidden speakers let her appreciate the depth of this woman's arousal. The man slowly accelerated his pace, until the woman's moans became a constant background noise.

Mitsy was mesmerized as she watched this woman order the men to fuck her in a variety of positions for the next hour. Her hand was frantically playing with her clit, but it wasn't enough. She needed cock! Her whole body came to a shuddering orgasm, as she watched the two men prepare to double penetrate their white hostage. As they began to enter her, the sliding wall resumed its original position, blocking her view. The audio connection remained, and for the next hour she heard that woman get double fucked by those huge cocks. Mitsy's imagination filled in the rest.

Following the usual routine, Tiana and Maya returned that evening, handcuffed Mitsy and led her to the massage room. They laid her down on the long table, and handcuffed her arms to the metal bars running down the sides. Tiana leaned over Mitsy's body, grasped her ankles, and pulled her legs backwards, upwards and outwards, resting her feet on a metal bar running above the table. Then Mitsy heard a sharp "click" as leg cuffs attached her firmly in place. She shivered at the thought of her pussy and ass hole, stretched, wet and open, in front Maya. The bottom half of the table folded away, leaving Maya free access to her mistress.

"Its time that we pleasure you".

Maya, got down onto her knees, lowered her head, and began slowly, ever so slowly, to lick Mitsy's quivering pussy. Her long strokes, in perfect rhythm to the music. Tiana, nibbling a ear lobe, whispered "Look into the shadows ... Don't be frightened .. They are here for your pleasure and nothing more .. Say the word and they shall leave."

Mitsy looked into the shadows to her left, and saw the vague outline of a well-muscled, naked man. His face was hidden in the shadows, but Mitsy could clearly see his cock hanging between his legs. Mitsy gasped at the sight. Even limp it was already longer and thicker than her husband's erect excuse for a dick.

The man took a step forward; his movements timed perfectly with the rhythm of the music. Mitsy could see more clearly his cock, but his face remained a mystery. Long veins run down its thick, black shiny length, ending at a large bulbous cock head. The cock twitched, raising itself slowly half erect, revealing beneath huge, shaven balls.

Again, Tiana whispered in her ear, " They are here for your pleasure and nothing more .. Say the word and they will leave .. say nothing, and they continue."

Tiana raised slightly Mitsy's head so she could see a second man approaching from further away, his glorious cock pointing directly at her exposed pussy. The rhythmic music repeated itself, and he took one step forward. Tiana then lowered and held Mitsy's head, so that she could no longer see either man slowly approaching. This let her concentrate on Maya's tongue working wonders between her legs.

Soon, she felt a heavy, semi-erect cock lying on her face, and smooth balls rubbing against her cheek. Tiana took the cock in her hands, and began to slowly rub it back and forth over Mitsy's face, letting her breath in the musk from this beautiful manhood.

Maya chose that moment to pour a strongly scented oil over the exposed shaven pussy. Mitsy gasped as slowly but surely a burning, itching sensation engulfed her pussy. The oil slowly worked its way down to her puckered ass hole, causing the sensation to spread. Mitsy began to pant, desperately needing to relieve the tension in her cunt, but unable to free her hands or legs.

Maya smiled, and slowly pushed an oily finger into Mitsy's ass hole. This hardly helped to relieve the mounting tensions, just driving the burning, itching sensation deep into her ass. Then Mitsy felt a large presence pushing up against her cunt - the second man had finally reached her. She remembered the instructions : "Say the word and they will leave .. say nothing, and they continue". She opened her mouth ready to stop them, as suddenly the rhythmic music repeated itself, and the unknown man edged his hips slightly forward. His bulbous cock head pushed its way into her quivering cunt.

"OOHHH MMY GOD" Mitsy's back arched, her legs and arms tensing against their restraints, as a huge, long overdue orgasm shook her body. The man remained immobile, until the rhythmic music repeated itself once again, and another inch of black cock slid into her pussy, stretching it as never before. Mitsy turned her head to the side, and Tiana, ever vigilant, moved the second cock down to Mitsy's open mouth. She sucked on the cock greedily, salivating over the bulbous head, glad finally to find a means to vent her pent up frustration.

Again and again, the rhythmic music repeated itself, and inch after inch of thick cock slid into her tight pussy. Maya licked her cunt and clitoris to relieve the tightness, whilst Tiana whispered in her ear the number of inches being buried in her cunt " 4 .. 5 .. 6 ... 7 ... 8".

Just as Mitsy's cunt felt stuffed and stretched to the limit, the final inch slide in. Thereafter, upon each rhythmic beat, the man would flex his cock, causing sensations to ripple through Mitsy's dripping cunt.

"That is the limit of your pleasuring for tonight, Mistress. Only once we are satisfied your pussy is sufficiently stretched will these men begin to fuck you properly. Perhaps tomorrow."

"NO!!! I want them to fuck me, NOW!!!"

Tiana lowered her eyes. "Of course, mistress. You are our hostage but equally our guest. As you wish."

Tiana looked to the two men, "Fuck her well. But take care to stretch well her virgin pussy."

Misty's arms and legs strained against the restraints as she was gradually fucked harder and harder. Orgasm after orgasm shook her body, taking her to levels of pleasure she had never imagined. A long moan escaped from her clenched lips. Eventually the unknown man grunted as he deposited huge amounts of hot cum in her gaping pussy.

Mitsy cried "Again. AGAIN!!"

The second mysterious man moved between her legs, and slid his thick cock into her cum soaked pussy. Misty grunted as she took his girth (My God, was he even thicker than the first?). Before she could prepare herself the pace picked up and whole table shook as he pounded away. The sound of his huge balls slapping against her exposed ass filled the room.

Tyrone watched Mitsy's exploits on the CCTV screen, and smiled inwardly. His psychological profiles were rarely wrong. During their period in captivity, the victim's wildest fantasies would be realized. Once the multinational insurance companies paid the ransom, the following investigations soon ground to a halt – liberated wives (in all senses of the word) of corporate big shots rarely wished their kidnappers to be caught.

In certain cases, once the media attention died down, Tyrone's people would re-establish contact with those victims where an obvious yearning to relive their experiences was evident. In exchange for continued access to Tyrone's facilities, the women would report on potential new victims. This underground network of housewife informers, established in the various westerner country clubs, contributed heavily to Tyrone's success.
In Mitsy's case, a close friend (and prior Tyrone victim) had correctly profiled her tendencies. Her domineering corporate climber of a husband had, over the years, pushed Mitsy into a submissive role. His imposed sense of normality had stymied Mitsy's natural sexual curiosity. Thus, Tyrone had correctly chosen the appropriate tactics to begin liberating Mitsy's sexuality. In fact, he suspected hidden depths to Mitsy, not convinced the submissive role truly suited her...

Which may well suit his need, given the current difficulties with her husband, John. He had insisted on managing the ransom negotiations directly himself, so as to inflate the kidnapper's demands, siphoning off the difference into his own off-shore account. A suitable form of revenge would be needed for this poor excuse of a husband.

To be Cont'd