Justine Pays

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Young wife must pay a ransom for her kidnapped husband.
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Although this is a non consensual story, it's not in any way cruel or heavy. It's based on a simple idea from slave Kandi (you know who you are) and not to be taken too seriously. Please feel free to comment.

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Justine walked into the deserted country park, at least she hoped it was deserted, it was approaching dusk and any visitors should have left by now. She felt so exposed and didn't want to meet any strangers, certainly not the kind who hung around parklands in the dark, and especially not the way she was dressed, or undressed would be more accurate; she wore just her sexiest underwear; matching light blue silk bra and panties, her thigh high stockings and four inch heels, Oh and a leather collar with a custom made tag. She really didn't want to be there, she was scared and had no idea what was to happen, but she knew she had no choice but to follow the instructions that she had been given.

oOo

The day had started just like any other; Breakfast with her husband John, a quick kiss goodbye as he left for work and then as she had no appointments that morning a three mile run. The phone call came while she was drinking coffee in her kitchen; a muffled voice - obviously disguised - told her that they had taken her husband, she was not to contact the police, she was to strip naked and await instructions. She immediately thought it was some kind of prank and almost laughed, and she was about to hang up in disgust when she heard John's frightened voice "Please Justine, just do as they say, they will ..." then the call was ended before he could finish.

Her brain whirled in confusion and she started to panic, John kidnapped! Why? Who by? What could they want? John and she weren't rich, he was an accounts manager while she worked part time as a fitness instructor, so it couldn't be anything to do with money or work, and then she remembered the strange orders; strip he had said, why would she have to undress? She again wondered if it was a prank and phoned John's mobile phone hoping he was just playing a joke on her, but when she received no answer she knew something was wrong and that this was for real, John never went anywhere without his phone and he always answered when she called. She considered phoning the police but was scared what might happen and decided that maybe it would be safer to wait.

An hour later she impatiently paced the room, she was naked as instructed and although she was expecting the call she still jumped when the phone rang.

"Wear your sexiest clothes, if we think you haven't tried to impress us; someone you love will be hurt. Go to the car park on London road, be there at eleven thirty and wait to be contacted," the connection was cancelled before she could say anything in reply.

Justine was scared for her husband, but she was now also scared for her own safety, what reason would they have to want her dressed this way, she still held out some hope that John was behind it, perhaps he was planning to surprise her, yes that had to be it she told herself. And clinging desperately to this thought she chose her favourite underwear and the green silk dress that John loved so much; it was cut low in the front and finished three inches above the knee, the colour contrasted beautifully with her flame red hair. She put on her coat; it wasn't cold but she felt self conscious dressed to kill in the middle of the day. And she arrived five minutes early at the rendezvous but had to wait a nervous quarter hour before her phone rang.

"Get out of the car...Good, take off the jacket," she looked around quickly; suddenly realizing that they were watching her but she couldn't see anyone "do it now," the voice was raised and clearly impatient.

Placing her phone on the car roof she hurriedly removed her jacket and threw it onto the passenger seat. Grabbing her phone again she asked "what do you want from me?" her voice was shaking and abruptly the call ended "no wait, don't go," she shouted into the phone then cried out at the seemingly deserted car park "I'm sorry, come back, please?"

It was the longest five minutes of her life as she paced around the car willing her phone to ring again "don't speak, just listen and do as you're told. Leave your bag in the car, hide your keys behind the rear wheel, you have exactly ten minutes to get to the red lion pub in the high street, and before you go put the phone inside your panties."

Justine almost balked at this, it seemed a ridiculous thing to have to do but she knew she really had no choice. So checking to see if anyone was nearby and hiding as best she could by stooping down behind the car she slipped the phone into the waistband of her panties. She then had to run to make the time specified. It was not so easy in four inch heels, 'how did they do it so naturally in the movies?' she thought. She was hot and breathless when she finally reached the pub, but at precisely twelve o'clock she stood at the bar nervously waiting for someone to contact her. She was very conscious of her phone and embarrassed now because it had slid down inside her knickers to rest against her pussy. She was about to go to the ladies room to retrieve it when the barman asked what she would like to drink, she had no money and she was flustered and couldn't think what of to say.

"I...I don't, I don't have any money, I'm sorry." she managed.

The barman looked at her with suspicion, no doubt wondering, with good reason, why she would be in a bar dressed as she was with no money? Justine could feel her face growing red and hot with embarrassment but then a voice sounded behind her "a white wine for the lady and a lager for me," Justine turned to see a good looking man of around twenty-five years old smiling at her, he introduced himself as Brian and she wondered if he was a part of this whole set-up. She was about to ask him when her phone rang.

She wasn't sure where the toilets were and she didn't want to waste time trying to find them, so she hurried to an empty corner of the bar, and facing the wall in an attempt to hide her embarrassment she pulled the phone from her panties, she knew though, that all eyes in the bar were on her.

"What would you be prepared to do with the man at the bar to save your husband?" the voice asked.

"I...I don't know, anything, I'll do anything, please just tell me what you want from us?" she said. she looked around the bar searching the faces; knowing the voice had to be near.

"Take him into the ladies room, he bought you a glass of wine, he at least deserves a blow job don't you think?" again the caller hung up before she could answer.

Justine stood staring at her phone, she couldn't believe it; the bastard wanted her to act like a slut, to suck the cock of a complete stranger. She scanned the bar again but there was no way of knowing who the voice belonged to but she knew she was being watched. She wouldn't do it, she couldn't do it, but then she knew she had no choice, she couldn't let any harm come to her husband.

Steeling herself she tucked the phone back into her knickers and looked over at Brian, he seemed nice and he didn't look like a kidnapper, but then what does a kidnapper look like? She returned to where he waited and she sipped her wine nervously as he made small talk.

Before she lost her nerve completely Justine made the decision to just do it, she interrupted his well practiced chat up lines and blurted out "Would you come with me please?" And taking his hand she pulled him toward the toilets, he was clearly confused but offered little resistance. Luckily the ladies room was empty and Justine guided him into the relative safety of an empty stall, she pushed him against the wall, and dropping to her knees she began scrambling with his zipper.

"Hey, what the fuck are you doing?" he said. He tried to push her away, this was pretty hot, the woman was gorgeous and sexy as hell, but it was all getting a bit too weird he thought. Besides she could be a hooker and he wasn't about to start paying for it now and he made it clear "I'm not interested in paying for it, I don't have that much money."

"It's okay, I'm not a prostitute, but I have to do this," she explained, looking up as he towered over her.

"Do what?"

"I have to suck your cock, please just let me, I'll make it good for you, I promise," Justine said in desperation. She felt her face burn with embarrassment at having to say the words but with surprise she also realized she was suddenly very aroused.

Brian at first tried to fight, but she had thrown him off balance and his struggles were only half hearted, and she soon managed to unfasten his trousers and pull his semi erect penis from his pants. She felt her stomach flutter and her breath grow shallow when his cock came into view just inches from her face. She knew she was past the point of no return, a part of her now wanted to do this, so extending her tongue she slowly licked up from beneath the head of his cock and she could already taste his pre-cum, leaning forward she kissed the growing penis and as her lips encircled his cock he groaned softly.

Brian could hardly believe what was happening, but the hot mouth enveloping his cock was proof. He relaxed back against the wall and decided to just enjoy the whole experience; he was in his mid twenties, he often dreamed of meeting a good looking cougar like this one. He looked down at the red hair which seemed to be attached to his crotch; the slut had his entire cock in her mouth. He grinned to himself; he couldn't wait to tell his friends all about this.

Justine swirled her tongue around the head of Brian's penis, immediately she could feel him growing harder and larger in her mouth. She eased herself forward sliding her lips slowly down the shaft until she touched his public hair, she could feel the head of his cock press against the back of her throat. Fighting her gag reflex she sucked hard trying to draw him further in, and cupping his balls in her hand her fingertips stroked up toward his arse. She began to work her mouth up and down his shaft, keeping her lips tightly clamped around his cock. She was now actually enjoying the whole experience but she was in a hurry and Brian was only concerned with his own pleasure; so it was only a couple of minutes until he grabbed her head and pulled her face hard into himself. His hips were moving as he began to fuck her mouth and she pressed her finger against his arse encouraging him to thrust deeper. Suddenly Justine felt his cock swell and pulse, he tensed and groaned, pulling her hair trying to force himself even deeper and his hot salty seed filled her mouth, she swallowed as much as she was able but sperm leaked from around her lips as she tried to gain some air. She worked his wilting cock with her lips and tongue until he was clean, and then she fell back gasping. She ran her finger up her chin collecting a glob of cum and not knowing what else to do she sucked it into her mouth.

Brian leaned back against the wall trying to compose himself, Justine felt hot and her nipples ached; she was aroused and she wanted so badly to bury her fingers into her pussy but she was too embarrassed. She couldn't help a small laugh, she had just sucked the cock of a complete stranger and she was too shy to do anything about her own desires.

"Oh Christ yeah, thanks babe that was great," he said, he straightened his clothes and ran his fingers through his hair, and reaching into his pocket he withdrew a crumpled ten pound note, Justine was still on the floor slumped against the door so he pushed the cash into her prominent cleavage "here, you earned it,"

"I'm not a prostitute," she snapped and then "are you with them? Is John okay?" she asked angrily.

"Hey take it easy lady, what are you talking about, I don't know any John," Brian was taken aback by her sudden change in attitude "look that was one of the best blow jobs I've ever had, I want to thank you, please just take the money."

Justine felt deflated as she realized just how she had been used; not by this young man but by the kidnappers. She snatched the money, stood up and straightened her dress and hurried back to the bar leaving a very confused but happy man standing in the ladies room. She gulped the remainder of her wine to wash away the taste of sperm; it wasn't an unpleasant taste but it just wasn't John. Almost immediately her musical knickers startled her again, but this time she hurried back to the ladies, checking that Brian had gone before plunging her hand into her panties.

"Well done slut, that's one happy man. Now go into the male toilet, your next orders are in an envelope behind the pan in the third stall."

Justine was still a little angry and growing tired of being messed around so she marched into the toilets, ignoring the three men using the urinals and went straight to the third stall. The message was scrawled in pencil using child like writing, on reading the words she realized that whether the kidnappers wanted a ransom or not their aim was to have fun with her and to humiliate her first. The note instructed her to go to a pet supply store a few streets away, and using whatever means she could, she had to get herself a collar and wear it when she walked back onto the street.

Trying to keep her dignity and with her head held high, Justine walked from the bar ignoring the curious stares and hurried to the pet store. She had the feeling that everybody was looking at her and that they all knew what she had just done.

Upon reaching the store she checked the note and looked for the collar specified; It was two inches wide in glossy black leather, not something that she would be able to easily hide. The shop consisted of only four aisles, but even so she couldn't immediately find what she wanted and had to ask an assistant for help. She paid using the money Brian had given her, and then trying to act casual she turned away from the cashiers - a boy and a girl, neither more than twenty years old - and struggled to buckle the collar around her neck. Even with her back turned toward them Justine could sense the pair watching and imagine their smirks. Her hands were shaking and her fingers felt huge and clumsy.

"Would you like me to do that for you?"

Justine turned to see the young female cashier approaching "er, no it's okay, I can manage thank you," she replied politely but she could feel her face burning with embarrassment.

The girl was not to be put off however and reached toward the collar. Justine instinctively tried to move away but was backed into some shelving.

"Behave yourself," the girl said firmly, she swatted Justine's hands away and began pulling the collar into a snug fit.

Justine felt like a scolded schoolgirl but obeyed and stood meekly as the girl fussed with her collar, and when a slim finger was hooked into the D ring at the front and she was led across the aisle she followed without a word of protest.

"This is on the house," the girl said as she slipped a small padlock into place securing Justine's new adornment.

The young assistant then stood back with hands on hips and tilted her head to the side. She looked at Justine with a half smile as if waiting for a reaction.

"I...er...erm...thank you," Justine mumbled, her hand drifted up to lightly finger the collar and not sure what else to do she turned to leave the store. As she reached the door she realized that she hadn't been given the key to the lock, she was about to turn back but whispering and sudden laughter shamed her and sent her scurrying out.

Back on the street Justine paced up and down, but she had to wait for no more than a minute before her phone rang. She couldn't suppress a gasp, despite the situation she was in or maybe because of it, she was feeling horny and being locked into the collar by the girl had sent a strange thrill through her, she was also beginning to enjoy the vibrations of the phone pressed against the top of her pussy. But now she swore under her breath because she had nowhere to hide, she had to delve into her panties on a public street where everyone could see her.

Turning away from the road she moved up close to the window of the store, she tried to make herself as inconspicuous as possible, but as she had her hand rummaging inside her knickers she saw that she was now being watched by the two young assistants in the shop; the boy was wide eyed and amazed while the girl grinned broadly. Humiliated and blushing profusely Justine hurried away while answering her phone.

"What did you do to get the collar so quickly?" the voice asked.

"I used the money I earned in the pub, you know, the money you pimped me out for" she answered sarcastically, she felt as though she had achieved a small victory, 'so you don't know everything after all.' she thought.

"You will do what we tell you and only what we tell you," the voice was annoyed and the call ended abruptly. Justine stopped in her tracks, not knowing what she was to do.

She was left to pace up and down for ten minutes before they rang back. Justine didn't want to risk him hanging up again so she remained silent and listened to her instructions "there's a homeless man across the street from you, give him whatever money you have left, apologise that it is so little and allow him to feel your tits as compensation" the voice said, she knew they were still watching her but she didn't bother trying to see them "then go to the engraver by the town hall, have him engrave a tag 'my name is Justine Coleman, I am a slut.' Then have him fit it to your collar."

"And how am I supposed to pay for it?" Justine knew the answer before it was voiced but she wanted to be belligerent, try to maintain a vestige of control.

"I'm sure a slut like you will be able to think of something to trade."

oOo

He was in his forties but looked to be sixty, unshaven with long lank hair. He sat cross-legged with his back to the wall, his meagre possessions in two carrier bags. A small square of material was spread before him holding a few assorted coins and he looked up when Justine added her change. He mumbled his thanks and looked bored while she tried to find the courage to say what she had to.

"I...I'm sorry it's so little, I er...I don't have any more money," she looked around to see if anyone was watching; people were going about their business, none that she could see were taking any notice of her, but that didn't mean they would carry on ignoring her. She squatted down in front of the man, too late realising that he had a front row view up her skirt.

"You can feel my boobs if you like."

This time it was the man who looked around, not sure if this was a trap or a wicked prank. But Justine grabbed his wrist and placed the dirty calloused hand on her breast. He looked up into her face, he still appeared unsure.

"It's okay, I want you to," she explained. A smile gradually broke over his face, his teeth surprisingly white.

Justine watched his face trying to ignore his questing hands. She daren't look around; she knew there must be passers by watching her, but she didn't want to see them, that would be just too much. She felt her top being pulled and looked down to see his hands delving inside her bra. Her instinct was to stop him but the kidnappers hadn't given her specific instructions, and she didn't want to give them reason to penalise her.

When her breasts were lifted free of her top and exposed to view she closed her eyes, too embarrassed to look at the man's face. She felt like a piece of meat on display, but the humiliation was doing something to her; something that was making her pussy moisten and itch, and she moaned quietly with the thought that she might have a telltale wet spot on her panties.

When the hands were withdrawn she waited until she realized how much her thighs were hurting as she held her position. Opening her eyes she was surprised to see him holding a small cheap digital camera, she was too shocked to move for a few seconds as he snapped photos of her exposure.