Missing actress

[modela2]

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Mild edit (proofreading and such) of my very first story for RavishU, so don't expect too much. A fictional actress who looks suspiciously like a real actress who was fairly popular 15 years ago gets snatched by a man and a woman looking to use her for pleasure and sell her for profit.

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Anya Schevchenko’s disappearance had caused a flash fire in the media. A significant number of news outlets had run the story: a young, stunning fairly famous actress from eastern Europe, vanished after a photoshoot in Italy. The story died as soon as it started. The authorities were clueless, there were no witnesses or informants, there was no evidence.
All according to plan, as far as her kidnappers were concerned. By the next morning the unfortunate actress was on a cargo ship in the middle of the Antlantic.

The masked woman affectionately watched Anya as she hung from her wrists, unconscious. Even asleep, she was still totally fuckable. Dark hair cascaded past her shoulders and accentuated her flawless pale skin. Her face was exquisite, with deep pools for eyes and delicate but full lips, and her slender body had graced many a magazine cover. She wore a skintight red dress and, evidently, nothing beneath but her panties; the dress clung to her every curve so tightly that she may have well been nude.
It was time for her to wake up, so the woman jabbed a tazer into her belly. Anya sprung awake, screaming as electricity coursed through her body. The shock was as brief as it was painful; she gasped for air as the tazer was removed from her body.
Anya’s eyes struggled to adjust to the blazing lights. She was in a large room on the cargo ship, her arms pulled straight up above her and linked by chains at the wrists to a beam high overhead. Her long legs had been pulled out to other side and chained to other posts to her left and right, wide enough apart that her lower limbs were splayed out with her feet off the floor so that she formed an inverted Y shape in her bonds.
“It’s awake,” a rumbling male voice to the woman’s left said. “Good. We can start.”
Anya twisted her head. Her chains clinked softly with the movement. Her eyes widened at the man and woman in masks and business attire standing in front of her, but fear truly flooded in when she spotted the camera in front of her. No doubt she was piecing together what they wanted.
“What’s going on?” Anya whimpered, tugging at her chains. “Do you know who I am?”
“We know exactly who you are,” the woman said. “You were a ‘special request,’ you could say. But allow us to introduce ourselves. My name’s Xu, and this is Walter. We are what you could call enthusiasts of lovely women.”
“People will be looking for me,” Anya responded in a decidedly unassured manner. Her brown eyes followed the man, a heavily-scarred brick of a fellow, as he walked into another room.
“They won’t find you.”
Walter came back into the room, wheeling in a cart covered in various tools. “Probably not, at least,” he muttered in a surprisingly upper-class British accent, “We’re quite good at this.”


Anya opened her mouth to scream, but Xu was faster. She took a few steps forward and grabbed her hair with one hand and her throat with the other, yanking Anya’s head back and choking off her screams.
“All we want is a movie,” Xu said. She appreciated the effect her expressionless mask had on the poor woman at her mercy, and made a show of looking down the woman’s body. “You of all people shouldn’t be afraid of showing off to the camera. Everybody’s seen your pussy,” She reached under Anya’s dress and gently stroked her sex through her panties until she felt moisture, “We just want something more…hardcore.”
Anya’s eyes looked at the camera in front of her, then up to cameras in the corners. There were, in fact, cameras covering nearly every angle.
“Fuck you!” Anya growled to no reaction. Walter retrieved a pair of scissors from the cart and stepped toward her. “Don’t you dare touch me.”
Walter paid no attention, and reached out with one hand and pulled the neckline of her dress towards him. As the actress’s protests rose in desperation he slipped the blades of the scissors down her top and sliced through it in one swift movement. Instantly the woman’s svelte body was put on view. Anya’s breasts were high and firm, hanging large on her thin frame. She had indeed gone braless and was now nude from the waist up, the shredded remains of her dress covering her lower body.
Anya jerked in her chains as the cool ocean air pinched her nipples, hardening them instantly. Her struggles started anew as anger and indignity overcame her fear. Xu pulled back the remains of the top Walter had ruined, showing a gentleness completely at odds with her job. The actress kept her eyes fixed on her masked face. “Are you enjoying yourself, bitch? Getting a good look at my titties?” Rage filled her eyes. “When I get out of this I’ll…I’ll fucking kill you!”
Women here usually started sobbing and begging, but angry and confident wasn’t unheard of; the masked woman had seen it all before, she had raped and tortured men and women, been raped and tortured by men and women who invariably later regretted it, and considered herself one of the few true connoisseurs of the art form. At any rate, she was completely unphased by Anya’s threats as she admired her body. Tall for a woman, the actress was slender, with long straight, shapely legs and perfectly-curved hips. With her long limbs, petite frame and perfectly rounded breasts framed by her long, brunette hair, she had the delicate features of a princess and the body of a goddess.
Xu picked up a length of rubber hose from the cart. She flexed it slowly, looking up and down her with undisguised lust. Behind her the man was smiling under his mask.
Her next move came so suddenly that Anya had no time to prepare. One second the woman was standing still looking at her belly, and the next the two foot length of hose was slamming into the actress’s midriff with a force that made her body rock back in her chains. The brunette let out a startled gasp as her eyes went wide, then hung there sucking in air while a red welt formed just under her ribs.
Xu hit her again, and then again, always concentrating on her smooth midriff. Anya’s belly was flat and toned, and the hose beat against it like a drum. The torturer’s mask betrayed no emotions, appearing totally indifferent to her suffering. Despite her thin stature her blows were both skilled and powerful, and Anya felt her body jerking back and forth as pain flared in her again and again. Tears streamed down her face as she screamed and pleaded, but the hose continued to pummel her vulnerable midriff.

SWACK!

“AAAAHHH!”

WHACK – CRACK!

“PLEEEEAAASE!!!”
Walter watched the display with far more obvious pleasure. Every strike of the hose against the sexy body of the woman brought a glint of lust to his eyes. Anya’s skin glistened with sweat and her perky breasts quivered with every stroke laid on her flesh. Her beautiful face, which had once graced screens and papers across the world, was now pinched with agony as she was ruthlessly beaten.
Finally Xu stopped. Anya hung panting, sweat running down her face and breasts and tears streaming down her face onto her chest. The woman beating her had stopped for the moment and begun fondling her tits. They were firm and soft; if they had been enhanced, it was quality work because she couldn’t tell. She pinched Anya’s nipple and the model whimpered. She pulled on a tender bud and twisted it around slowly, drawing a scream. She stepped back and gave the mounds of flesh a few lashes with the hose before walking behind her.
Anya felt herself being lowered to the ground, ending on her knees. Her arms ached, still pulled above her head as Walter stepped in front of her, unbuttoning his slacks and letting his member hang out.
“Please just let me go,” the actress moaned as Xu slapped her ass, the defiance whipped out of her. Walter didn’t bother answering, slapping his cock at her face. She knew what to do.
Walter grunted softly as she took him into her mouth. This bitch knew how to suck a cock, and he let her go at it before grabbing a fistful of hair and thrusting himself down her throat.
“I know a slut like you knows how to deepthroat,” he muttered as he took her. Tears ran down Anya’s face as she choked. He rammed in and out of her face, but when he was about to cum he felt some teeth. He pulled out and came on her face. “You fucking bit me?”
“No! I didn’t mean to! I’m sorry!” But it was too late. Xu grabbed her hair and punched her in the back of the head, dazing her as the chain rose back up until she was on her toes.
“Ingrateful dyke,” Xu exclaimed happily. “Was he not enough for you? You like me over him?”
“No! No please, I didn’t mean to! I was tryiiing!” But Xu didn’t care. She found Anya’s bottom half a bit too overdressed for her liking, so she took hold of the remains of the actress’s dress and ripped it from her waist with one movement that made the beaten woman cry out in pain.
The remains of the dress fluttered to the ground, leaving the prisoner in nothing but her panties. Anya shuddered as she drew in air, no doubt because the mere act of breathing was an exercise in pain.
Still, she seemed to relax as Xu ran her hand down the woman’s slender but well-muscled back and over her ass. Maybe she thought she would just be raped again. The torturer aimed to show her how wrong she was. Without warning she stepped back and slammed the hose into Anya’s side. Screams rang out as pain exploded across the victim’s kidney.
For ten minutes, the masked woman beat Anya’s back, sides, and tight ass. Anya writhed as her back turned into a landscape of burning, searing torment. From her shoulders down to the curves of her ass her skin pulsed with red marks. Bruising began to form as her skin and the muscles underneath were pounded into her own ribs, but Xu was careful not to leave anything permanent.
By the time Xu stopped Anya was unable to do anything but hang limply in the chains. She no longer hand the strength to fight the pull of gravity, and her long legs were bent as she swayed in her bonds. Tears spilled down her face, mixing with the cum and her makeup, and tiny moans of pain came from her as she trembled before her captors.
Xu smiled as she looked at the mewling, tear stained wreck of a woman. Anya’s bruised breasts jiggled lightly as she cried and her panties were stained with sweat.
“Yes,” said Walter from the back as Xu strode away. “You are ready for your new life at last, bitch.”
Anya barely heard him, still just whimpering in pain. She made little reaction as her legs were released from the chains holding them to the ground. It wasn’t until she felt his cock rubbing against her back that she realized what was coming.
“Please…” she whispered. She shivered uncontrollably as his hands ran down her body. “I beg you, stop…”
“Gooooood,” he growled. “Was afraid you were falling unconscious there.”
His hand dipped his cock head down as the other hand grabbed her panties and tore them away in one smooth move. Anya groaned as her sex was exposed.
“Pretty and pink,” the man laughed, “you should be proud of that slit.”
He grabbed her waist and pulled her body back until her slit was lined up with his cock. His cock pressed against her lips and he teased her pussy open, then with one sudden move he thrust into her.
Anya sobbed as her dry pussy was fucked ruthlessly. Walter was a brutally power fuck, and the actress’s face was twisted into a pained wince. One of his big hands reached around to squeeze her tit as he pumped her pussy with his cock.
Walter laughed. “Smile at the camera, bitch. Your fans are gonna love this.”
Anya’s head hung forward in defeat as he thrusted and her body bounced up and down. Tears continued to run down her face as the famous actress was reduced into a broken fuckslave. His grip on her tit was crushing, and the flesh there was already hurting from before. Anya screamed afresh as he abused her chest while he kept fucking her. The extra pain made her body twist and he groaned in the pleasure he gained from her pain.
“Stop it!” she cried out. Her head snapped from to side. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see the camera recording her rape. “STOP!”
Walter was close to climax. “I hope you’re on birth control,” he laughed.
Anya’s body went rigid as he came into her womb. She cried as his seed sluiced into her sex, defiling her totally. He kept pumping with his hips, little stabbing thrusts to get every bit of his semen inside her before he finally relaxed and let his cum-drenched manhood slither from her pussy.
The actress hung defeated and raped while the man who had abused her watched his cum leaking from her body. Behind the tousled, messy mop of brunette hair she showed no reaction even when the masked woman came back and lowered the Anya’s pulley until she was on her knees. Xu shoved her pussy into Anya’s face.
Anya was beyond resistance and licked obediently. The masked woman pulled back and slapped her face a few times, and got little reaction. She sighed; she’d hoped that the brunette had at least some fight left in her. It was just her luck that this was her turn to go second. She’s still an enjoyable fuck, she thought as Anya ate her to completion.

Xu woke up next to Anya Schevchenko’s tied up, blindfolded, sleeping body. It had been four days since Anya had been kidnapped; Xu had spent them making sure the actress’s tortured skin returned to the unblemished state it had been in before, and making sure that the woman maintained a healthy diet and sufficient exercise (no easy task when the subject is blindfolded, but Xu would be damned if she wore a mask for four days straight) to keep her figure. Not to mention fucking her in every room on the boat; Walter had departed three days prior for safety reasons, so she’d had the sexy woman all to herself.
Xu kissed her way down the actress’s body. Anya’s body knew how to respond by now, arching in now not-so-involuntary pleasure as her captor suckled on her clit.
“Thank you, mistress” she mumbled automatically as her body approached climax.
Xu didn’t let her reach it, moving her back up and snuggling her head between the actress’s tits. She really was beautiful, and she thought of keeping her for herself. But certain people wouldn’t be happy if the actress didn’t show up, and she knew she’d get bored with her anyways. Her sadistic desires were creeping inside, and she knew that if left to her own devices she’d kill the unfortunate woman soon enough anyways. She sighed and flipped Anya over, her ass sticking into the air as Xu slid her double-sided strap-on into her pussy one last time. She figured she could thrust as well as any man, and soon Anya came under her, and Xu not long after. With the money she’d make off this whore, even split with Walter, she’d be able to find a new girlfriend or boyfriend. Hundreds of them.
The next day Anya met her new owners, left at a designated drop-off and picked up by men representing a below-the-board organization. Xu doubted she would ever be seen again. In exchange, Xu had received a briefcase containing more money than she’d seen in her life, not to mention the contents of Anya’s considerable bank account. And already she was getting offers for the video of the brunette’s rape with Walter. She'd finally found her niche.

[Shocker]

I liked the concept and the building of tension. Actors and Actresses always inspire the fantasy of their fans, a word deriving from fanatic, so who is surprised if somebody with the means and motivation takes action.

[Lucius]

A good one, but I'd like to know what happened to Anya after the events of this story.

...A fictional actress who looks suspiciously like a real actress who was fairly popular 15 years ago ...

Would that be Olga K.?