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[wideeyedone]

Elizabeth wore a simple gown of the softest white chiffon. Her dark hair was swept off of her face, pinned with tiny pearls. Her father and James had planned the ceremony. It was intimate and elegant. There were less than 100 guests but invitations were highly sought after. The wedding would be covered by People magazine as well as the NYC society pages.

Elizabeth had never cared about any of that. She loved James and for her that was enough. If it had been up to her the wedding would have been held at the family chapel with just their parents. But James liked to make a splash.

He was taking her to Paris a few hours after the wedding. She just had to make it through the wedding. She needed to smile and shake hands and allow people to fawn over her and then she could be alone with James.

The music was understated and elegant. The vows were whispered and heartfelt. James even teared up as he put the ring on her finger.

The wedding and reception were being held at an exclusive hotel. Dancing was held on the candle lit balcony. She danced with her father and then with James. Then she excused herself to freshen up. She could hear her skirts rustle as she wandered to the ladies room.

Then she felt the soft cloth over her mouth, the chemical smell burning her throat. She tried to scream but she was already fading. She found herself falling against the arms holding her. She felt herself being lifted but that is all she could sense.

 

[cgraven]

Sebastian Batard had read of the engagement of James Dorset Copeland with bitter interest. Copeland! How he hated the man, how he lusted to destroy him utterly as Copeland had him. It was 20 years ago and yet it seemed like just yesterday Sebastian had developed a concept for improving two way satellite communications for commercial use, a concept that could with the right back could challenge the cable companies monopoly of the internet it would make the Net truly global freeing it from phone cell towers. He had gone to Copeland for advice and backing. Batard’s lips pressed into a hard bitter line as he remembered those long nights in his garage workshop going over his plans and prototype transducer, the way that Copeland had teased and complemented his kid sister Christine, watched as they became closer he watched as Christine fell in love with Copeland.

Sebastian slammed his fist down on the thick wooden table at the memory of how Copeland had stolen his ideas. Yet is was the memory of how James Copeland had stolen his kid sisters innocent, her virginity and then when he got what he wanted Copeland tossed Christine away as if she were noting but some cheap little slut. The years of legal battles to reclaim his rights, the years of watching Christine slip from reality till she was noting more than a shell her tortured mind locked inside of a catatonic body her youthful beauty fade like a withered flower.

Batard eye was drawn to the picture of James Copeland fiancé, a sweet young beauty, a member of the powerful elite that made up the industrial royalty that now dominated modern society. Batard watched as their relationship developed into love. James Copeland in love the very realization brought an evil smile to his thin tightly pressed lips. It had been 20 years but now he had the means for a very poetic revenge for Mr. James Copeland and her name was Elizabeth.

Sebastian sat in the shadows as the chaste young bride slowly regained consciousness to find herself laying on a raised stage in a brilliant pool of brilliant white light surrounded by a sea of oppressive blackness with terrifying shifting sounds and shadows that told the stunning young bride she was not alone.

“Mrs. Copeland,…….Elizabeth, you are ….shall we say are my guest.”

Batard’s voice came from the darkness, a deep dark emotionless voice that was felt as much as it was heard.

“I have made certain demands of your husband, demands that if they are not met my dear will have dire consequences for you Elizabeth.”

Batard felt a sensually seductive rush as he began to put his planed revenge into action.

“This is your wedding day Elizabeth and a bride should dance on her wedding day so DANCE for us Mrs. Copeland and………let us see what you are hiding under that wedding gown.”

There were hoots and hollers from the surrounding darkness. Elizabeth was far from being alone with that dark commanding voice.

 

[wideeyedone]

Elizabeth found herself trembling at the sound of the ominous voice that boomed through the room.

"James?" She called out into the darkness. "Papa?" Her voice was tinged with tears and all could see how frightened she was. Elizabeth tried to get to her feet, to see further but she stumbled. The chemicals that had sedated her were still in her system. She looked like a baby deer learning to walk, still in her ridiculously high heels that the stylist had insisted she wear.


"James, where are you?" Her voice began to break and Elizabeth started crying. She covered her face and turned from the voices she heard in the darkness. However, there seemed to be sound all around her.


She wanted to hide. She pulled the pins from her hair, allowing it to fall around her face, giving her some sense of shelter. Elizabeth was naturally shy, protected and sheltered by her father. James loved the spotlight but Elizabeth was content to raise money for charity, play tennis a few times a week and work in her garden. This was her personal nightmare

 

[cgraven]

"James?"………. "Papa?"……..

How sweetly frighten young Mrs. Copeland appeared as she shielded her eyes from the brilliant white light of her little island in a sea of darkness. A light that left the fragile young beauty no place to hide from the unseen eyes that were devouring her chaste virginal beauty.

"James, where are you?"

That sweet angelic voice wavered on the point of breaking as in a desperate effort Elizabeth loosed her shimmering Chestnut hair letting it cascaded down to hide her face from those lecherous unseen eyes that she seemed to feel obscenely caressing her gorgeous young body.

“Now, now Elizabeth no hiding on your wedding day..”

At his words a pair of powerful ebony hands gathered Elizabeth luxurious chestnut mane and bound it behind her head those powerful hands were rough enough to let the frightened young bride know that neither her Papa or James Copeland was there to save her.

“You have been kidnapped and certain demands for your safe return have been made on your new Husband Mrs. Copeland but we need a little something to show him we are very serious and to encourage him to comply with our demands. Now I imagine I could cut off one of your delicate fingers….perhaps the one with his wedding ring Elizabeth or You could Dance for us and show us what you are hiding under your wedding gown”

Batard’s voice was unnervingly calm and mater of fact.

“So which shall it be Elizabeth a finger or….”As if to punctuate his demand the cheap bump and grind music of a strip Club began to fill the darken room and Elizabeth’s little Island of light

 

[wideeyedone]

Elizabeth screamed when the unseen hands grabbed her hair. She was shaking, and then stifling tears when the threats came from the booming voice.

"No, you don't have to cut me.... I will do as you say." Her voice was tiny and soft. She reached back and tried to undo the back of her dress, but there were hundreds of tiny buttons down the back of her gown.

"I can't get these open, my hands are shaking." She looked up to where the booming voice had come from. Her sweet face pleading for help. "I am trying, I promise, please, don't cut me."

The same man that had grabbed her earlier ran a knife down the back of her dress, the hundred pearl buttons clattered against the floor. Elizabeth peeled off her wedding gown. Underneath the voluminous skirt she was wearing the most delicate lingerie. It has been selected to be seen by her groom on their honeymoon. She was wearing just a barely there white lace bra and matching panties with her white satin heels. Her nipples were visible through the bra.

She could hear cheers and hoots of laughter. She did her best to sway to the music. She wasn't used to heels and her fear made her stiff. But her body was beautiful. Her pale skin was unmarked in any way. Her body was young and fit. Perfection. Perfection that no longer belonged to her husband.

 

[cgraven]

"No, you don't have to cut me.... I will do as you say."

Sebastian savored the fear in the young girl’s voice as she staggered to her feet the way she desperately tried to undue the little pearl buttons at the back of her dress Oh how adorable the fear the heady sense of power that he held over her as she pleaded


"I can't get these open, my hands are shaking…….I am trying, I promise, please, don't cut me.”

Another snap of his fingers and cold unyielding steel of a knife was pressed to Elizabeth’s soft supple skin and then like a shower of hale the little pearl buttons clattered across her little stage. There was an audible gasp as the stunning young beauty’s wedding dress cascaded down her gorgeous young body leaving Elizabeth standing in nothing but her heels thigh high white silk stocking and the frilly little matching white lace bra and panties. The garments were of the sheerest lace designed to draw her new husband’s eyes to Elizabeth’s virgin charms but it was not James Copeland’s eyes that now devoured the young virgin bride’s gorgeous flawless body.

Damn Man look at them titties and those sweet little nipples……..Yea man I could just suck them till she screamed and begged me to fuck her tight little white cunt…. titties hell man look at that little bush of hers and those sweet pussy lips.

The cat calls came as Elizabeth tried her best to dance in her heels and the men’s comments of what they wanted to do to her became more graphic.

“Remove your heels Elizabeth and continue to dance for us I want your husband to know we are serious.”

As Batard waited fro Elizabeth Copeland to obey his command he snapped his fingers once more and soon the hapless girl felt the hard strong body of a man behind her his erection pressed to the firm cheeks of her firm little derrière as his big ebony hands slid up the sensual curves of Elizabeth’s torso to cup her firm young breasts.

“DANCE!”

Batard bellowed when the virgin bride hesitated.

 

[wideeyedone]

Elizabeth began to move with the man behind her. Her body a stark contrast against his. She was small and petite, he was strong and tall. The man took his knife and cut a blindfold from her gown. He tied it tightly around her eyes and kissed her face as he tied it.

With her eyes closed, Elizabeth felt more at ease. She began to move more to the music. Her body rocked against the man. She could feel his hardness against her. Then his hand slid up her body and held her throat.

She gasped for breath. She stood on her tiptoes trying to escape the hand pushing against her, but he only held her throat more tightly.

"Please, my father will pay you. James will do what ever you wan. Please don't kill me." Her voice was so soft and sweet, almost childlike.

The hand relaxed on her throat and Elizabeth took a deep breath.

"Thank you. Thank you." Elizabeth kissed the hand that travelled across her mouth. She was grateful that she was being allowed to breathe.

 

[cgraven]

Batard watched as Cole the huge black enforcer began Elizabeth’s seduction. He marveled at how easily his huge ebony hand closed around the terrified girl’s throat. What a stork of genius it was to blindfold her to make her dependent on his strength. That simple act, that implied threat, had the gorgeous little beauty kissing his hand as he ran his thumb across the sensual bow of Elizabeth’s ripe moist lips.

"Thank you. Thank you."

Her sweet little angelic voice was so patently grateful.

“Hush Baby Doll!”

Cole’s hot moist breath set the stray wisps of hair at the nape of Elizabeth’s neck dancing so sensually with each voice he spoke. His body ground to Elizabeth’s firm little ass. His big ebony hands slid down her arms to cup her firm young breasts. His big black thumbs brushed across her pale pink rosebud nipples that soon were straining against the transparent lace of her scandalous little bra.

“ We don’t really need these now do we Baby Doll.”

He did not wait for Elizabeth to answer but let one hand slip behind her back with a little twist of his thumb and fore finger Elizabeth Copeland could feel her lacey little bra sag then it was sliding down her arms freeing her firm young breasts from their captivity. Once more Cole’s thumbs found the girl’s nipples. As he rolled those taunt buds between his thumb and fore fingers Elizabeth felt hands sliding up her legs, slowly began to roll down her silken thigh high stockings. As the silken stocking slid down the long supple columns of her legs each nearly bared patch of her soft velvet skin was caressed by a sensual little kiss..

Batard made sure that each little humiliation of Elizabeth striping was caught on the digital video that he would send to Copland. It captured the three men as they seduced his young bride. Soon the only vestige of modesty left to the blindfolded young beauty was her little white lacey panties. Then Elizabeth felt the hot moist breath wash over her panty clad pussy as thumbs hooked into the waistband of her panties and began to slide them down over the swell of her hips.

 

[wideeyedone]

Elizabeth whimpered as the men undressed her. She didn't know what the noise was when an exam table was brought onto the stage. Cole lifted her and set her on the table, strapping her legs to the stirrups.

"Shall we see if this sweet BabyDoll is a virgin like her husband thinks?"

Elizabeth did not strain against the medical restraints. Her wrists were strapped down on the table, her legs were strapped at the knees and the ankles.

The camera was set up close, so her husband would see every indignity.

Elizabeth did her best to not cry but she cried softly. Her face was turned to the side.

Cole began toying with her nipples again. Her nipples were pink and easily aroused. He toyed with them until they were standing high and perked.

Her thighs trembled in the stirrups.

 

[cgraven]

How adorably complaint Copeland’s innocent little bride was. A sweet girl that had lived a life of cherished protection far from the realities of the real world. Just the merest threat of harm and she had become a willing participant in her own defilement. She had not resisted Cole or the other two men that had stripped her. Nor had she fought them as they strapped her into the medical exam table.

"Shall we see if this sweet Baby Doll is a virgin like her husband thinks?"

The blind fold that covered Elizabeth soft brown eyes made her look all the more adorable and vulnerable as she turned her chestnut head to the side her sweet tears of fear and regret staining the black sheet that covered the table, selected to show the contrast of her pale creamy ivory skin and the brown, yellow and black hands that intimately caressed her gorgeous bound body. Batard noticed how readily the girl’s body responded to Cole sensually seductive caresses of her nipples.

It was then that Sebastian stepped on to the stage to take a more active roll in Elizabeth Copeland degradation. He stepped between the girl’s wide spread thighs.

“Doctor Baby Doll is ready for your inspection.”

Instead of the gloved , liberated finger that she w\might have been expecting Batard kissed her inner thigh and then gave that soft velvet flesh a little sharp nip. Slowly his thumbs spread her virginal folds Batard’s hot moist breath bathed Elizabeth’s now exposed hooded clit. A long leisurely lick ran the length of those soft moist folds ending with a little flick to the young bride’s hooded pearl of passion. Each pass cleaved deeper and deeper into the bound young virgin’s chaste young body as he slowly seductively coaxed Elizabeth’s clit from its hooded hiding place. His tongue slowly began to slide in and out of the little virgin’s tight untouched cunt mimicking the motion of a cock fucking that delicious little cunt. Deeper and deeper he probed until the tip of his tongue nudged her maiden head that thin barrier that proclaimed her virginal innocence.

While Batard was savoring the sweetness of Copeland’s bride sweet nectar Cole began to twist tug and pull Elizabeth’s taunt rosebud nipples mixing a little taste of pain with the sinful forbidden pleasure of Batard’s tongue.

 

[wideeyedone]

Elizabeth whimpered as her body responded to Batard's touch. She could feel her body responding. She shook trying to fight it. Her clit throbbed under Batard's tongue.

The camera was still doing its work. It recorded every touch, every lick.

"Please, please let me go home. " Elizabeth whispered. "I promised my father that I would be a good hostess at the wedding."

*****
Back at the wedding Elizabeth's father was having security search the hotel. Elizabeth was no where to be seen and the security cameras had been hacked. There was no sign of her. She had last been seen on her way to the ladies room. She wouldn't have left the wedding of her own accord. He knew that.

James was beside himself. He had already called the police. They were expecting a ransom call. They had no idea what was coming.

 

[cgraven]

The father of the bride was beside himself when Elizabeth had not returned for the Father daughter dance. James Copeland’s best man hovered by his side and there was an unease murmuring slowly spreading through his guest and family at his brides sudden disappearance to be so publicly deserted on his wedding day. He sent his best man to talk to Hotel security while he was left to reassure his guests that his gorgeous young bride was just a little nervous and she would join them all Shortly.

Jan Van der Root, Copeland’s best man returned shortly to inform James that the video camera’s had been hacked at it appeared that Elizabeth had been kidnapped.

“ No !”

Copeland screamed as his fist balled by his side.

“No one takes what is mine, no one takes my bride on my wedding day.”

James…….

Van der Root cautioned Copeland.

All eyes had turned to where the two men stood in shocked disbelief.



"Please, please let me go home. "

Batard let the tip of his tongue flutter over Elizabeth’s throbbing clit.

"I promised my father that I would be a good hostess at the wedding."

Batard smiled as the young beauty gasped her desire to be a Good Girl for her father.

Once more Batard’s thick tongue plunged into Elizabeth’s tight chaste little cunt as he continued to face fuck her sweet succulent pussy. As Batard’s teased and tormented the bound beauty Cole’s fingers slipped from her taunt nipples, his dark face lowered to Elizabeth’s, his lips pressed to hers, the tip of his thick tongue slid across the sensual bow of her little cupid bowed lips. Mr. Young head bowed as he inhaled Elizabeth’s right nipple. Then the tip of Miguel Chaze’s tongue lazily circled the dusky pink areola of her left nipple and his teeth grazed the tip of the hapless young bride’s taunt nipple.

When Elizabeth gasped, was it in horror of what was being done to her , or in shameful arousal Elizabeth’s mouth. At the same moment The tip of Batard’s tongue found the illusive rough spot in all the moist silken perfection of her sweet little pussy. Batard’s tongue fluttered over that sweet little spot that would grant the helpless young bride a rush of intense pleasure that her gorgeous young body was not prepared for.

 

[wideeyedone]

Elizabeth was not prepared for her arousal to overcome her fear, but when the man's snaking tongue found her, she cried out in pleasure and humiliation. Her thighs shook in the stirrups and her sex became even more wet.

Her fingers curled into fists.

Cole looked to Batard. "Shall I send your demands now, Sir?"

Cole was not only an enforcer for his employer, but he was also a computer expert and could send the video files to Copeland with no trace.

The tears came after orgasm faded. Elizabeth cried softly as she turned her face away from the men touching her.

"Please, please.... stop. I can't. Please....I am so ashamed. I haven't ever."

Elizabeth whimpered, her tears soaking her blindfold.

 

[cgraven]

"Shall I send your demands now, Sir?"

“ In a moment Cole In a moment”

"Please, please.... stop. I can't. Please....I am so ashamed. I haven't ever."

Course laughter greeted Elizabeth heart felt plea for mercy her angelic voice coming in a frighten little girl sobs

“ I think Mr. Copeland needs to see his young bride in the throws of cascading orgasm. So he knows just how serious we are.”

As Batard spoke his hot moist breath washed over Elizabeth’s throbbing little clit.

“ Yes Sir I quite agree!”

“Gentlemen…….”

Batard voice faded as Cole once more claimed the frightened bride’s sweet mouth. The four men now raped Elizabeth’s sweet innocent young mind. Two took their pleasure from her aching breast and nipples. Batard feasted on her succulent little cunt his tongue fluttering over her sweet spot his teeth grazing her throbbing clit and Cole showed Elizabeth why a kiss could be the most arousing and erotic of all sexual acts. A kiss that lingered and deepened. A kiss where time stood still, a kiss where there was not past not future just here, just now, just that one dark unholy kiss where they shared a single life giving breath.

 

[wideeyedone]

Cole kissed her expertly. He cradled her head as he did so. His mouth mastered her even as the other men brought forth every wicked response.

Cole kissed to her ear. "Babydoll, do not fight him. Save yourself by surrendering." Then his mouth returned to hers. His kissed helped her forget she was in danger. Her tongue skimmed his full lower lip. Cole murmurred his approval.

Batard saw it all. Nothing escaped his gaze.

Elizabeth orgasmed again and again. The black sheet on the exam table was soaked with the juices of her arousal.

"Enough" Batard ordered. The men stopped touching her instantly. She was left alone, in the cold night air.

Cole took out his camera and took some stills of the beauty.

He returned to the control room and compressed the files. He sent the prerecorded message to Copeland's account. He sent the message through servers across the world. No one would be able to track them.

***********

James was talking with the police when his personal assistant came running up to him. James almost knocked the girl down for interrupting but then he heard the words she was chattering.

"The kidnappers sent an email to your office." She stammered.

James snatched the tablet out of her hand and opened the file. There were stills of his sweet Beth strapped to a table, nude. She was blindfolded and looked weak. Then the video started. The voice booming at his angel sounded familiar but he couldn't place it. Then a man joined her on stage and his face was blurred. James growled as the man cut her dress from her. His poor girl. What did they want?

 

[cgraven]

Lydia Michael’s bright blue eyes went wide as she saw the video of Mr. Copeland’s bride in the hands of her captures the rather plain assistant shock with fear at having to deliver this scandalous video and the captor’s outrageous demands to Mr. Copeland. The fate of those that brought him bad news was well known and feared.

"The kidnappers sent an email to your office."

Lydia flinched as she handed Copeland the message from a group that called themselves The Son’s of Guy Fox. There initial demand was that James Copeland declare publicly he was a thief and a fraud. That his fortune was made by the theft of others ideas and inventions, or his sweet young innocent bride would suffer if he did not. Copeland’s lips drew into a tight little line as he saw the still’s of Elizabeth strapped to a table, nude, blindfolded and looking so like a little girl lost. Then the video started. The voice booming at his angel sounded familiar but he couldn't place it. Then a
Big black ebony giant joined his innocent young bride on the stage and his face was blurred. James growled as the man cut her dress from her.

Ms. Michael’s tell my head of technical security to hack these bastards and find were they are lurking. I’ll be damned if I give into this scum.

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Cole’s darkly erotic sensually seductive kiss seemed to sap the innocent young bride’s will to resist them.

"Babydoll, do not fight him. Save yourself by surrendering."

Cole’s lips teasingly brushed Elizabeth’s as he spoke. His hot moist breath, bathed her angelic face, filled her flaring nostrils with his rich erotic scent. Then his mouth was crushed to hers demanding that Elizabeth surrender body and soul to that wickedly erotic kiss.

By the time Batard had called Enough the black satin sheet was stained with Elizabeth’s sweetly bitter tears, and her own honey dew nectar from the Cascading Orgasms that they had wracked from her innocent young body. Then suddenly all those loving lips and hands had disappeared and she was left blindfolded and oh so very alone in a world of darkness her soft brown eyes denied sight by the makeshift blindfold.

“You must be so scared Elizabeth.”

Batard’s deep dark voice came to the distraught young bride from out of the darkness that shrouded her eyes and young soul.

“You have been a very Brave and a very Good Girl .”

Batard leaned forward once more and gave Elizabeth’s sweet little virgin pussy a darkly sensual and seductive kiss and an erotic little flutter of the tip of his tongue to her throbbing clit.

“Would you like to get up now Elizabeth?”

There was smoothness to Batard’s voice, smoothness as rich and sensually seductive like dark chocolate. A voice that was felt as much as heard.

 

[wideeyedone]

Elizabeth shivered as the voice talked to her again.

"Please let me get up. I am really cold." Elizabeth whispered. Soon the restraints were unfastened and warm hands were helping her up.

A thick blanket was wrapped around her shoulders. She pulled it around herself tightly.

Cole escorted Elizabeth to her small room. She curled into the bed and covered herself with the blanket.

"After I shut the door, you may remove the blindfold." Cole whispered.

"Thank you." Elizabeth whispered.


*********

"Mr. Copeland, this email is untraceable. Also, there are no clues to location in the video." The security staff flinched as they waited for his response.

Copeland growled."Tell her father to get home. I will handle this from here."

 

[cgraven]

"Please, please.... stop. I can't. Please....I am so ashamed. I haven't ever…... Please, please let me go home. "

Sebastian Batard smiled as he remembered how sweetly Elizabeth Copeland had begged and pleaded even as her gorgeous young virginal body had arched to his touch and he feasted on the sweet nectar of her innocence. Neither he nor Cole or the others had any intentions of returning Elizabeth to her husband of just a few short moments. He had made his fortune out of their suffering and they now intended, through his, virgin bride, would make theirs.

Batard and Cole had given a great deal of thought as to how to dress Elizabeth during her Stay with them and their attire as well. For them selves he took his idea from the movie Vendetta, somehow it seemed so appropriate. So it would be simple black shirts and pants and the Vendetta mask the lower half cut away so that their mouth would have unfettered access to Elizabeth’s sweet charms. As for Elizabeth Copeland he had always intended that the only garment that he would allow her was a simple white Boy’s Oxford shirt yet as he remembered her white lace bra and matching panties, how her nipples were visible through the bra, and the way her panties drew the viewer’s eyes to the shadowed silhouette of her sweet virgin folds. So it was these few simple articles of clothing that Elizabeth would fine when she awoke in her tiny little windowless cell.

Batard waited till late afternoon before he came to Elizabeth’s cell he brought some fresh fruit and a bowl of water.

“ I see your awake Elizabeth .”


The masked Batard greeted her .

“ Hungry?”

He held out a sweet morsel of fruit to her .

“Come.”

He called to the barefoot beauty.

Elizabeth’s first lesson would be to learn how to kneel at his feet and be fed from his finger tips.

“Kneel Elizabeth.

 

[wideeyedone]

Elizabeth had dressed in the white button down shirt and her tiny panties. Then her captor came. She was afraid of every sound. His footfalls, his voice, the rustle of his clothes all filled her with fear.

The man told her to knee. She did so, even though she was shaking. She looked up at the man. His mask hid his face except for his mouth.

"I am hungry." She whispered as she looked at the cube of fruit in his hand. He offered it to her. She delicately took the fruit from his fingertips with her mouth. She did her best not to touch him, but her lips brushed against his fingers.

"Thank you." She offered sweetly after she swallowed the small bite. "Have you heard from James and my father? Are they complying with your demands?" Elizabeth looked the man over, she tried to find something distinct about him- a scar, a tattoo, or birthmark. But only his mouth and his hands were visible to her. The rest of him was covered by his black shirt and pants. She tried to think of something to say, someway to convince him to let her go. But instead she just knelt there wordlessly.

There was something about this man. He truly frightened her and she didn't want to risk making him angry.

 

[cgraven]

Sebastian could see the fear in Elizabeth’s soft brown eyes as she came to him. He loved the way that her virginal white shirt, clung to the sensual curves of her supple young body the way it barely covered the seductive curve of her tight little heart shaped derrière and the way she studied his mask faced looking for some identifying feature. Then Shyly Elizabeth made her little confession.

"I am hungry."

The stunning you beauty’s angelic voice barely more than a whisper as she sank to her knees in one fluid graceful motion. Batard idly thought that this is were she was always meant to be , kneeling at his feet. Her soft moist ripe lips shyly took the morsel of fruit from his finger tips as if she were a favored pet. Each little morsel of food taken from his finger tips a little surrender of her will to his, each morsel a thin thread that would weave a bound that would bind her to his will. Batard was tempted to pour water from the bowl and have her lap it from his palm, but that could wait for another day.

"Thank you."

There was a angelic sweetness to Elizabeth’s voice now, some of the fear leaving it. He passed the young bride the bowl of water as she asked.

"Have you heard from James and my father? Are they complying with your demands?"

Sebastian dramatically lowered his eyes from her gaze turning his head to the side breaking their brief eye contact.

“No Elizabeth I have heard nothing.”

Batard smiled to himself know to play with her innocent young mind.

“Did you not say you promised your father that I would be a good hostess at the wedding? I am sure he is just upset with you because you broke your promise to him.”

Batard’s dark voice had soften was almost tender as he spoke to her.

“ But I do not know why your husband has not contacted us………….”

Batard paused for effect just long enough to start the gorgeous young bride’s mind to questioning.

“….Copeland does love you doesn’t Elizabeth? Your not just a trophy bride he can toss away with out a thought or care?”

 

[wideeyedone]

Julie looked up at Batard, her lower lip quivering just a bit.

"My father... he won't pay the ransom?" She sipped in a long deep breath. Then he asked her about her husband.

"James loves me. He pursued me. He saw me at a benefit with my father and then he chased me. He sent me roses and took me to Paris for dinner. That is where we were supposed to be on our honeymoon."

Tears slipped down her cheeks. She shivered and wrapped her arms around herself.

"I was just going to the ladies room, I wasn't avoiding the party... I really wasn't."

Elizabeth hung her head.

"Maybe they are angry with me. I should have asked my detail .... i should have had them follow me."

 

[cgraven]

"My father... he won't pay the ransom?"

There was a questioning little girl lost look in Elizabeth’s stunningly beautiful and expressive eyes. A little gasp of disbelief or was it a sigh of resignation?

"James loves me. He pursued me. He saw me at a benefit with my father and then he chased me. He sent me roses and took me to Paris for dinner. That is where we were supposed to be on our honeymoon."

“And made love to you Elizabeth?”

Batard was not sure if the frightened little beauty heard his question as she babbled

"I was just going to the ladies room, I wasn't avoiding the party... I really wasn't……… Maybe they are angry with me. I should have asked my detail .... i should have had them follow me."

Elizabeth’s soft little girl voice trailed of into soft sobs as she hugged herself as if in desperate need for some physical contact to know that she was not alone not abandoned.


Batard opened his arms to the distraught young bride and simply said,

“Come.”

He held his arms open to her as a father would to a lost child , offering comfort and solace in his embrace.

 

[wideeyedone]

Elizabeth didn't come into his arms at first. She tried to resist. But she was so cold and so alone. She couldn't resist.

She snuggled in tight against his chest. His embrace was warm and his arms were strong around her.

Elizabeth nuzzled against the exposed skin of his throat.

"Do you think it would help if I called them? Maybe I could get James to give you what you want?" her voice was the softest whisper. She felt his warm hands smoothing her long dark hair as he gently rocked her against his chest.

She closed her eyes and allowed herself to bask in his comfort.

 

[cgraven]

Sebastian Batard simply held his arms opened to the frightened young beauty as she hesitated so afraid to trust that warmth his open arms offered and her hungering need not to be so alone. Then like a lost little girl she came to him snuggled in tight against his broad chest. Elizabeth nuzzled her head against the exposed skin at his neck, a naughty little kitten seeking the warm of simple contact with another as Batard strong arms slowly encircled the stunning young bride reassuringly as he hugged her closely to him.

"Do you think it would help if I called them? Maybe I could get James to give you what you want?"

Elizabeth softly whispered against Batard’s chest as his fingers gentle ran through her soft luxurious chestnut tresses as he slowly rocked her as if she were a babe in arms.

“ I am sure it would help Elizabeth…….”

Batard paused just long enough for a seed of hope sprout in Elizabeth’s innocent young heart.

“…………..but it is impossible …..”

Before dashing that hope.

“…..By now the Police will be monitoring all communications with your Husband….”

Batard began to spin his spider’s web to ensnare this young beauty’s innocent soul and will.

“………I have to protect the others Elizabeth…….”

Slowly Batard began spin a picture of him as a protector worried about the safety of others. Silken strands of half truths.

“………I can’t risk that call being traced.”

Sebastian gave the frightened young bride a loving, gentle hug as his lips brushed the crown of her head in a tender kiss as if she was a cherished child.

Cole was monitoring the CCT feed from Elizabeth Copeland cell. He smiled as he watched how Batard Masterfully played the innocent young beauty. He put his mask in place as he picked up copies of the London and New York Times, the Washington Post, and the San Francisco Herald. The head lines all carried the News of Elizabeth’s kidnapping, there was a stock press release Photo of James Copeland, yet none of her and a bold quote from her beloved husband.

I’ll be damned if I give into this scum.

A wicked smile bowed Cole’s lips for Copeland’s pride and ego gave them a tool to use against his innocent young bride. His quote couldn’t have been better if Cole had written it himself.

Cole burst into Elizabeth’s cell he through the papers to the floor except for the London Times.

Sir it seems Mr. Copeland is not taking us seriously.!”

Cole showed the headlines to both Batard and Elizabeth.

We need to talk sir….Now.

“Yes, yes .”


Sebastian mumbled then pressed a sweet little Kiss to the crown of Elizabeth’s head.

“I am so sorry Elizabeth.”

His voice was soft caring as he let the young bride slip from his lap leaving her alone with Cole. The ebony giant sank to one knee before the now kneeling young bride.

“ Baby Doll your Hubby needs to know we are serious Baby Doll…..”

Cole once more pressed his lips to Elizabeth claiming her sweet succulent mouth with a darkly searing Kiss. His lips parted from hers, just a breath away from her soft ripe lips,

“Baby Doll you are in for a very long day.!”

His lips seductively brushed Elizabeth’s as he spoke. Then Cole rose turned on his heel. The door to her cell closed with a frightenly finality leaving the terrified young bride so utterly alone with the papers and James defiant resolve not to give in to her Kidnappers.

 

[wideeyedone]

Elizabeth sat for a long time scouring the newspapers. James looked so cold in the pictures and the press release, it sounded so impersonal. Elizabeth looked for some sign, some message from her father or James in the press, but she found none.


The floor of her cell was cold and she found herself shivering. She took a few sips of the water that Batard had left. Elizabeth got back up on the bed and curled under the blanket. She found herself unable to stop shaking.


Elizabeth went to the door and knocked lightly. "Please.... tell me what is going to happen. Please, the waiting is making it worse." Her voice was thready. And it even started to break. "Please."


There was no reply. She knocked harder and made her voice just a little louder. "Please don't leave me in here. Please tell me what is going to happen." She opened her hand and pounded against the door. "Please."

For the longest time there was no reply. Elizabeth slid down, sobbing. She didn't hear the footfalls on the opposite side of the door.

The door opened and Cole was standing there. He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to her feet.

"Up. Now." His voice was cold. She looked up at him piteously.

"Please, tell me. If James doesn't pay, am I going to die?" Cole let go of her hand and grabbed the back of her hair. He was wordless. He marched her down the hallway, his hold keeping her gaze down. "Please..." She whimpered.

She was back in the room with the cameras. The light was blinding. She could hear voices but she didn't know how many men were there. The exam table was gone. Instead there were shackles hanging from the ceiling.

Cole did not give in. He would not speak to the crying captive. He fastened the restraints around her wrists wordlessly. The he fastened a spreader bar between her ankles. Elizabeth did not struggle against him, but she did not move for her. He had to position her and pull each limb into place. Her tears were coming in earnest now.

"Stop." Was all Cole said when he placed his finger to her lips as if he were shushing her.

With her arms raised the buttons of the small shirt were gaping. The hem was drawn up to just below her breasts.

"If you just let me talk to my father.... James may not be willing to pay you. But my father, he will. I know it." Her voice bounced around the room and there was no answer but laughter.