Kidnapped Girl

Kidnapped Girl

A mobile phone rang in one of the most luxurious apartments in Tokyo. Whereas many people in Tokyo had no more than a couple of rooms in which to live, this apartment was the entire top floor of a skyscraper.

Hiro Tanaka, one of the wealthiest men in Japan, picked up the phone. The number was withheld. He pressed a button to answer the phone.

“Listen very carefully, Tanaka-san.” said a male voice on the phone. “We have kidnapped your eighteen year old daughter. Unless you want something bad to happen to her you will pay one million US dollars into a Swiss bank account. We will text you the number. We will also text you a video of Yukiko to prove that we have her. Don’t delay sending the money. And don’t contact the police, if you ever want to see your daughter again.”

The unknown number rang off. But, a few seconds later, the phone got a couple of text alerts. The first was the number for a Swiss bank account. The other was a short video clip.

The video clip showed Yukiko tied with rope to a steel-framed chair. She was still in her school uniform. White rope was around her wrists and ankles, and around her chest, under her rather full breasts – full for a young Oriental woman. But Yukiko was only half Japanese. Her mother had been Caucasian, and equally full in the breast department.

The rope was white, tight, but obviously inexpertly tied. The person who had tied Yukiko to the chair was certainly no matter of Shibari rope bondage. There was a shiny red plastic ballgag in Yukiko’s mouth. There was a sad, resigned look in Yukiko’s mouth, rather than the terrified look that you might expect to see.

Little of the room could be seen. But a sharp viewer might have recognised it as a film set, from a series of pornographic torture movies, where girls were shocked with electricity. It was a place where you could scream and scream and no police would ever come. People would think – if they actually heard anything – that some unfortunate actress was merely having hundreds of volts run through her naked body.

Hiro Tanaka did not contact the police. But neither did he wire any money to the Swiss bank account.

The next day Tanaka’s phone rang again. The number was withheld. But Tanaka guessed, even before answering it, that it was the kidnappers.

“Yes?” Tanaka barked.

“We have not had the money yet.” the voice at the other end said. It was the same male voice as before. “I suggest that you pay at once. Otherwise your daughter will have a very unpleasant time. We mean it. We are prepared to do anything.”

The call rang off before Tanaka could say anything else, such as beg for more time to get the money together. The phone then had a text alert.

It was another video. It showed Yukiko tied to the steel-framed chair, as the day before. She still had that red plastic ball-gag in her mouth.

A man moved into the picture. He was wearing a leather domino mask, in an attempt to obscure his features. The man was Japanese, and was probably in his thirties. He wore jeans, a black tee shirt, and a black leather jacket. With the camera angle it was impossible to see what was on his feet.

The man produced a flick knife out of a pocket of his leather jacket. He flicked the blade out with one easy motion. The man paused for a few seconds, as though unsure what to do. A woman’s voice could be heard, saying something. But the voice was to quiet to make out just what had been said. The man began to cut away Yukiko’s clothing, carrying on until Yukiko was only wearing her white cotton brassiere and knickers. The look on Yukiko’s face was not of fear. It suggested, instead, that she despised her captors.

The man had been going to stop there. But the female voice said, clearly: “All of it.” The man continued, cutting away first her white cotton brassiere, and then her skimpy knickers. She was entirely clean-shaven, perhaps unusual for a teenage Japanese girl.

Yukiko stared straight into the camera, her black-pupilled eyes exhibiting hatred, unable to say anything with that sphere of red plastic in her mouth. She did not bother trying to struggle against the white rope binding her.

That was where the video ended.

Hiro Tanaka did not contact the police. But neither did he wire any money to the Swiss bank account.

The mobile phone rang.

“Yes?” Hiro Tanaka said, calmly.

“I warned you.” the kidnapper said. He sounded very stressed, unlike the calm Tanaka-san. “This is your fault. We are going to give you three days to get the money together. If you don’t pay up then we are going to start hurting your pretty little Yukiko, rather than just rape her.”

The call clicked off. It was followed by a text alert for a third video.

In the video Yukiko was still tied to the chair. But her position had been altered, so that she sat on the edge of the chair. Her legs had been tied open – as open as possible, considering that she had been tied to a chair. She stared straight into the camera.

It seemed that her kidnappers had got tired of Yukiko staring at them, as they put a black latex hood over Yukiko’s head, and over the ballgag in her mouth. The hood zipped up at the back. There were no eyeholes, only a couple of holes for her nostrils. It bulged slightly, at the front, where it covered the ballgag.

There were muttered words by the kidnappers, not audible on the video. Then the man in the domino mask undid the zip of his jeans, revealing an erect, circumcised penis. He got between the legs of Yukiko, ass the camera moved to the side, so that the action could be caught on the video. The purple head of the man’s glans pushed between Yukiko’s labia, as the kidnapper engaged in a short but vigorous rape. After only a couple of minutes the man finished, pulling out and zipping himself up. White sperm leaked out from between Yukiko’s labia. There the video ended.

Hiro Tanaka did not contact the police. But neither did he wire any money to the Swiss bank account.

Three days later Tanaka had his fourth mobile call from the kidnappers. He did not speak, but let the kidnapper talk.

“We warned you.” the man said. He sounded both worried and desperate. “We warned you what would happen if you didn’t send the money. The price has gone up, to ten million dollars. Pay it or it will not be only electricity we use.”

The man rang off.

The accompanying video showed the teenaged Yukiko naked apart from the black latex hood obscuring her features, dehumanising her. She was no longer tied in the chair. Chains held her spread-eagled in an oblong metal frame. The chains forced Yukiko onto tiptoe.

For the first time we saw a woman. She was dressed in a black jumpsuit, with another leather domino mask attempting to obscure her features. The woman held a long, shiny metal probe, with a black wire leading from it. The probe was forced up Yukiko’s anus, then taped in place. The Japanese woman disappeared off camera. She returned with another metal probe. But this one had a red wire leading away from it. This one was forced into Yukiko’s teenaged cunt. The woman kept pushing until the entire metal probe was buried inside Yukiko. It was then taped in place. The smile on the Japanese woman’s face suggested that she was enjoying hurting Yukiko. The woman then disappeared off camera.

A lever was pulled, and electricity arced through Yukiko, going from cunt to arsehole to cunt. Time and again Yukiko was shocked, the power sending her body trembling, beyond her control, before the clip ended.

Hiro Tanaka did not contact the police. But neither did he wire any money to the Swiss bank account.

In the fifth and following videos it was always the woman hurting Yukiko, rather than the man. It seemed that the woman, whoever she was, was a real sadist, enjoying her work, getting off on torturing a teenaged girl. She had no sympathy for Yukiko. In that video the woman whipped Yukiko all over her naked – apart from the hood – body with a riding crop. The crop reddened the skin but did not break it. No blood was drawn.

In the sixth video Yukiko was chained to a leather-covered table. The woman used heat and cold; ice cubes and the handle of a knife heated in a steaming saucepan of water. First an ice cube to a sensitive part of the body, then the hot metal of the knife, then the ice again. The video ended with the woman forcing the hot knife up Yukiko’s cunt.

In the seventh video Yukiko was, once again, chained to that leather-covered table. Needles were used all over her body: in her breasts, through her nipples, under her fingernails and toe nails. The video ended with the woman forcing a long needle down into Yukiko’s clit…

In the apartment of Tanaka the high definition video had been transferred off his phone onto a wall-mounted, six foot long video screen, showing every needle entering Yukiko’s body in incredible detail. Tanaka was standing there, naked, with his legs spread wide. Between his legs, and naked apart from a shock collar around her throat, was his newest slave-girl. The girl could not leave the apartment. If she tried the shock collar would render her unconscious. The same if she tried to remove the collar. The girl sucked on Tanaka’s cock, deep-throating him, knowing that she would have to swallow every bit of spunk if she didn’t want to be tortured.

Tanaka, as he watched his daughter tortured by needles, picked up a jet black mobile phone. It was not the one he normally used. He phoned a certain number. The voice changer would ensure that his voice would not be recognised by the kidnappers he had hired.

“This is the Master Planner.” Tanaka said. At the other end his voice sounded like that of Darth Vader. “I see that the money has not been paid. This fool Tanaka needs to know that we are serious. For the next torture you are to use burning cigarettes on the little slut. Make sure that, at the end of the video, you pay attention to the girl’s clit. You are to tell Tanaka that, if he does not pay following the cigarette video, you are going to start cutting things off the girl and sending them to him. Start with her fingers. And video it. That’s all. Remember, if you don’t do this, what happens to the two of you will be far worse than what happens to the girl.”

Tanaka rang off before the kidnappers could argue with him. He should have done this ages ago. But his daughter deserved it. She had had t coming, for threatening to go to the police and report his incestuous abuse of her.

As the female kidnapper pierced the length of Yukiko’s clit with a long needle Tanaka came in the throat of his naked slave.

The End.