My Longest Day

The man chuckled, a deep, throaty sound without real humour. ‘Not who?' he said picking up on where her sentence had stopped. ‘For the next few hours Zaza baby, you're who ever I want you to be?'

Eliza watched in stunned silence as he turned and walked away from her towards the door. She saw him twist the knob and switch off the light.

"No please, leave me some light," she begged as the door closed behind him leaving her hanging, bound and uncertain as to the exact nature of her immediate fate.

The following takes place on the 5th July between the hours of 06:00 and 07:00

Eliza's body ached. She had only been suspended for a half hour or so but it felt like an age. The time was passing very slowly and she knew that the ache would soon become intolerable. She was also scared, very scared. Her back was already feeling very stretched from its enforced posture and her thigh muscles began to tremble. Carefully Eliza eased herself down onto the soles of her feet to ease the strain on her wrists, but she just could not stand properly and her attempts simply increased the pull on her arms. She realised that she would have to keep alternating her position slightly to share the burden of strain between her stiff limbs.

"Help … please, is anyone there?" she called out at the top of her voice, but only the deadened sounds of her own words echoed back to her. There was no other sound save for the creaking of the thick hook chain upon which she was suspended. There was not a glimmer of light and Eliza felt alone and isolated. She began to cry. Eliza Collins, famous, sexy young actress stood, on the tips of her toes, bound and helpless waiting for whatever her hideous abductor chose to do to her next.

She had been subjected to her confinement for almost an hour when she heard a faint sound. Eliza's eyes darted upwards at the noise. It was the first sound that she had heard since the man left the room. Her back and neck in particular ached intolerably. Her stretched arms burned, and her thighs ached thoroughly. The restrictions on her body were sending her mad.

Suddenly light flooded the room. Blinking her eyes furiously against the painful brightness she saw the man's smiling face in the doorway. There was nowhere to go to shrink away from him, she was bound and suspended from a ceiling hook. Slowly he walked towards her viewing his prisoner's beauty from every angle. He stopped moving when he was behind her and, try as she might, she couldn't quite turn her head to see what he was up to. He savoured the sight of her shapely back down to the graceful swell of her curvaceous buttocks. She shuddered as he trailed a long finger down her spine, down past the hem of her waistcoat and over the exciting expanse of naked flesh that was on show between the bottom of the brown velvet material and the top of her low hung faded, blue jeans. Then the finger slowly crept under the top of the tight fitting denim.

"No please."

He loved the way she winced and begged as he pushed lightly against the enticing gap between her lovely smooth skin and the jeans.

"You've got a gorgeous bottom," he remarked much to her discomfort.

Eliza shuddered in disgust as he moved the tip of his finger in small circular motions on her back.

Moving round to the front of his helpless victim he stared into her face feeling a stirring in his groin as her eyes lowered to avoid his gaze. Reaching out he touched the top of her waistcoat.

"No, don't …. touch me ….please," she begged. His fingers twisted the top button of her waistcoat loose revealing another inch of her superb cleavage.

"Oh yesss!" he hissed lustfully.

She gulped, fearing the worst.

Then, to her surprise, he moved away once more. Eliza watched as her tormentor closed the door behind him and left her, alone in the dark without a sound penetrating her prison.

Time once more passed slowly in her ponderous isolation. Her legs were in knots screaming for release and, with white knuckles, she gripped the ropes binding her wrists in an attempt to relieve the pain on her lower limbs. The sound of silence was, once again, her only companion.

The following takes place on the 5th July between the hours of 07:00 and 08:00

In total distress Eliza hung whimpering in the blackness of the strange room. Her shoulders were strained, her legs hurt and her whole body felt like it existed in a different universe. Streaks of tears had forged a path down her beautiful cheeks. Once more she watched, frozen with fear, as the door opened and in an instant her assailant stood behind her. Placing his hands on the fullness of her denim clad buttocks, he gave her a little push, laughing as her toes left the floor, and her body swung forward on the chains holding her arms over her head. He laughed softly, and swung his hand in a high arc, connecting with her gorgeous bottom as she swung back in place.

"Owwwwww," she cried out.

Eliza whimpered at the pain his hand left behind. She was nothing more than a toy to be used. The thought electrified her even though her mind screamed that she was a girl, not an object.

His hands steadied her body and reached up to adjust the chains just enough to allow her feet to settle flat on the floor. He smiled at Eliza's sigh of relief as her screaming muscles eased. He knelt behind her and attached ankle restraints to, hitherto unseen, rings embedded in the concrete floor -- stretching her legs about three feet apart. She was now secured tightly from wrist and ankle by steel and rope. Her legs were spread, open and accessible. Just the way he liked her.

"Beautiful, you are absolutely beautiful."

For as long as he wanted her to be Eliza was truly his, and they both knew it. Yet her spirit still remained intact. She was a strong girl, Eliza told herself, and she would fight if necessary.

But right at this moment she was terrified and she knew that his control over her was complete.

He circled her again, his hand warm on her velvet clad breasts. Her breath caught when he closed his grip and squeezed her rounded globes.

"No, please, no," she begged quietly.

Then, once again, he moved away from her and out of the room. Eliza barely had time to register the fact that he had left when the door swung open again and the man returned with a trolley upon which stood a TV. Eliza was confused.

"Sit and watch my dear Katherine and see what you have been doing to me and then watch Anna as she asks me to fuck her."

Eliza knew now that it was no good. He was playing a game, his game, and she wasn't going to be able to stop him.

He approached her once more.

"Watch Katherine, watch what you do to me."

Again he moved away, this time towards the TV, and pressed play on the inbuilt video. Eliza watched as scenes from the first series of My Longest Day, that had been taped and edited together, were played out on the screen before her. She watched as her character, Katherine Butler, was dragged into a van and bound and gagged. She watched with an ever increasing sense of horror as Kathy was thrown into the back of the vehicle and she watched as the screen slipped into slow motion emphasizing the swell of her loosely covered heaving breasts as she ran down a street and away from her kidnappers. It was clear to Eliza that her own kidnapper associated a very violent and aggressive context to Katherine. A point that became even clearer as the next taped scenes revealed her friend Jennifer being hit by a car and Katherine being grabbed by large, strong male arms and dragged away.

"So you see bitch," said the man as he circled behind her once more, "where is he, where is Joe Butler?" he yelled the name of her screen father and yanked on her hair, pulling her head back.

"Please," Eliza whimpered, "I'm just Eliza Collins, not Katherine nor Anna."

"Don't mess with me you slut," he hissed. "Just watch this".

He returned to the paused video and pressed it once more to play.

Again Eliza watched as this time her role from "The Woodland Nymph" was replayed in edited clips on the small screen in front of her. She saw Anna strip whilst being watched through the window. She saw the skimpy red thong and the pendulous droop of her obviously naked breasts. She watched Anna kneel up on the bed in the recently trashed room, remove her waistcoat and toy with the lace fastening holding up her tight white jeans. Then she heard the line that had clearly triggered the situation in which she found herself.

"Do you wanna fuck me?" Anna oozed seductively on the screen.

That was too much for the man and he moved towards and behind his captive yet again. His large hand cupped her breasts gently and, to emphasise his control, he licked slowly up her cheek. He kissed the side of face and slowly ground his bulging erection through his shorts and into her denim covered rear.

"Don't worry Anna my sweet, we will soon be rid of that whore Katherine and then it will be just you and I," he whispered softly.

Eliza was dumbfounded. She watched, unable to speak as he left her alone again.

His words echoed fearfully in her head, "Just you and I …"

The following takes place on the 5th July between the hours of 08:00 and 09:00

It was hours since Eliza has been brutally seized from the comfort of her own bed and taken so violently to where she now hung bound, scared and tired – so very, very tired. She had grabbed probably an hour at the most of sleep before being woken by this madman. She was too terrified to feel hungry but she was tired and a vague feeling was rising in her bladder. She would soon need the toilet.

It seemed like an age but eventually Eliza heard the door open and the room flood with light.

"So you're still here are you Miss Butler?" he mocked. "Well believe me you'll soon wish you weren't when I've finished with you!"

Eliza began to realise that his recent behaviour highlighted the fact that he saw her as two different people. When she was Katherine Butler he was aggressive and violent but when she was Anna he seemed to be gentler – almost loving. Clearly on this visit she was Kathy Butler, and this fact scared her.

The very sight of Eliza's pert buttocks straining against the tight denim inflamed his desire to boiling point. The young, captive actress knew that her time was almost nigh. He approached her and began to feel slowly up the inside of Eliza's right leg.

"No, please," she begged, but to no avail as he traced the firm thigh muscles making his way up to the warm cleft at their delicious join.

She jerked away as far as her bonds would allow as his hand explored her, revolted by the prospect of this man having such authority over her and gaining clear sexual gratification from it. But she had no choice other than to allow him to continue feeling her every curve. He gripped her mound and she groaned.

"Mmmm, no don't," she complained with her resistance clearly weakening.

Eliza could not believe that this fondling to which he was subjecting her was beginning to turn her on. She moaned softly as he cupped her left breast squeezing her cleavage tighter.

"Oh yes, you slut. I'm going to have great fun finding out where your father is."

Eliza closed her eyes in despair. She was Kathy Butler whether she liked it or not – for now at least.

"Well it's time for me to leave you again you little tart, but not before I give you with a little something to think about before I return."

Eliza swallowed hard not sure about what he meant.

The man moved back to the trolley, with the now blank TV screen on it, and picked up a long, black, shiny dildo. The huge phallus looked awesome.

"You can look after this for me for a while can't you?" enquired her captor. Eliza gawped unbelievably at the object in front of her, unable to utter any intelligible words. She was now terrified of the man for he could do anything he wanted to her, anything at all.

He reached out and unfastened, one by one, the buttons on the front of Eliza's jeans. Tears ran down her face. She knew that any objection was futile. He yanked the tight fitting denim down a short way over her hips.

"My, my Kathy, these are a tight fit aren't they?" he asked in a vexatious manner.

The man pulled down the front of Eliza's jeans a little more before inserting the dildo into the gap now open at the front and under the hem of her brief black thong panties, thin end first. He made sure that the phallus was securely wedged between Eliza's labia which were moist with juices from his earlier touching.

"Ohhhhhhh"

"We are a very turned on slut aren't we?" he mocked.

When he was satisfied that the dildo was in just the right place for maximum effect he patted his victim's right buttock and with a sly wink he left her to the delights of her impalement.

"No, please don't, ohhhh …"

The end of the lascivious object was nestled between Eliza's dripping lips with her swollen clitoris pressed down on the hard rubber.

Unwittingly Eliza began to push her hips forward in order to rub her hardening bud against the phallus which was quickly becoming lubricated by her sodden pussy. Tiny shivers of excitement jolted up her spine as she increased the force of her pelvic thrusts. It was not long before she was emitting short passionate breaths as she neared her first orgasm which churned like a hurricane in her stomach.

Eliza could not believe that she had been driven to behave in this outrageous way by a man that she detested - but she could not help herself. Her body had betrayed her and so she had no choice but to ride the dildo that he had left inside her.

Eliza rode on and on, harder and harder and, when she finally came, she yelled as loudly as she could into the lonely desolations of the pitch black room not caring whether anybody could hear her or not. With her eyes tightly shut, Eliza screamed out loud feeling so good despite the fact that her ecstatic condition was due to the attentions of the nameless man that she hated so much.

However, when her eyes opened the man in question stood before her with a wide grin on his face. He had re entered the room as Eliza twisted in the throes of her shattering orgasm. Surprised that she actually cared, Eliza found herself acutely embarrassed. The only thing worse than being forced into a wild captivity driven climax was being watched by the man who had forced her to degrade herself in the first place.

The following takes place on the 5th July between the hours of 09:00 and 10:00

"Enjoy that did you?" said the man as he pulled the dildo from out of Eliza's trousers. "I wonder what you taste like, you naughty little slut."

Eliza could not believe it as she saw the man lift the dildo to his mouth and lick its slippery length with his tongue, thoroughly tasting her orgasmic juices.

Dropping the object of his captive's impalement to the floor he reached down and unfastened her ankles from the spreader restraints.

Standing up again he faced Eliza's beautiful bound body. His eyes roved over her flushed cheeks, fresh from her climax and focused on her open jeans revealing the lacey top hem of her sheer black panties.

"Well slut, I can be patient but you've still not told me what I need to know." He moved his face to within inches of hers and yelled "WHERE IS HE YOU WHORE?"

She shook her head in wild frustration yelling, "I don't know what you mean, I'm Eliza Collins not one of your fantasy objects. Please leave me alone."

He looked hard at her, his hands on his hips.

"You're going to love me Butler, love every minute. Hell it's not as if you're a virgin is it," he said, laughing.

Eliza sobbed quietly, accepting that words would now make no difference to her fate.

She had never dreamt that this would happen, not to her, not to Eliza Collins. It wasn't happening it couldn't be happening. But there he was in front of her waiting and her heart pounded faster than she could ever remember. He was slowly pulling down his shorts and she locked her legs one over the other.

"Okay Butler if that's the way it has to be then so be it. You asked for it."

She wanted to plead with him – to beg him but she couldn't. She'd never been raped before, debased in this way – why her? But really she knew the answer to that question. Eliza tugged wildly at the chains binding her wrists and kicked her legs frantically as his massive, hard cock came into view.

He moved closer to her.

"Your tits first, let's have a look at them."

One by one he flipped open the buttons on her waist coat. She strained her body away from him as much as she could so that the last button tore loose causing her waistcoat to fall open. Reaching out he pulled her suspended body towards him and yanked her bra down revealing her ample breasts, each crowned with its own large brown nipple.

"Hey now look at those," he commented lewdly. He cupped her breasts kneading and massaging until suddenly his hands were gone.

"Okay Butler you've had a look at me," he said fingering his rampant penis, "now it's my turn to have a look at a world famous pussy."

In a frenzied effort to resist him to the end she tried to kick out with her legs, but his large hands darted out and secured her thighs in a vice like grip, steadied them and pulled her jeans down to the cold floor below.

Eliza saw his narrow eyes brighten as they stared down between her legs.

"I so wanna fuck you," he remarked in a matter of fact way, as he hooked his fingers under the thin silk band and yanked her panties down, laying her bare from the waist down.

At this point the man released his grip on her legs and in a swift motion he spread them wide apart with his own, gripped her buttocks and raised her body to him. His cock was positioned firmly against her pussy gradually nudging her lips open.

She groaned and tugged at the chains as he thrust his hips and guided himself into her. She was heaving with fear like a trapped doe. She screwed her eyes tight shut begging for a miracle. But none came. She felt him between her legs trying to enter her fully, forcing himself into her.

"You bitch," she heard him curse; "You're fucking dry!"

And she was dry following her recent orgasm, so dry that he found it impossible to enter her. But then his finger was touching her, lubricating her, moistening her – oh shit, no please!

Abruptly the finger was removed. She opened her eyes and caught one last terrifying glimpse of triumph on his face, and then suddenly he was inside her thrusting deeper and deeper, filling her, hurting her.

Exploding with horror and rage she bucked and shook and twisted, screaming and sobbing unable to detach herself from him.

But she was tired and the initial resistance soon gave way to placid compliance as he pumped in and out of her like a madman with long driving thrusts. Twisting to shake him loose was impossible. He rode her harder and harder, no change of pace and no finesse only raw animal like satisfaction.

He fucked Eliza hard.

It was like a piston implanted in her flesh, splitting her in half. Raped by a mindless, primitive animal.

And suddenly she was filled to bursting point with jet after jet of spurting seed as the man came.

"Noooooooooooooooo," she yelled as she felt him go rigid in front of her and then heard him emit a deep sigh, contented and satisfied. Then finally he was done. He pulled harshly out and let her aching legs drop down, once more allowing her to stand on the floor. Eliza's wrists supported her full weight and she would have collapsed had it not been for the chains now holding her body.

She hung, humiliated, hardly breathing her body possessed, defeated. She stared at the floor and bit hard on her lips trying to stem her sobs of pain.

The man reached up to her body and re positioned her bra pulling the sides of the waistcoat towards the middle of her body covering her up.