Michael O´Connor - Captive Desires Buch

Donna’s kidnappers are hoping for a considerable sum of money from her rich sister, but their hopes are dashed when she refuses to pay the ransom, despite a horrific S&M video starring the innocent hapless Donna! The kidnappers video Donna’s ‘execution’ and spirit her away to an isolated location where they begin, through even more pain and suffering, to turn her into their very own sex slave - forcing her into degrading sex acts with both the man and the woman. Meantime her sister has problems of her own with girlfriends and others intent on getting their hands on her money.

From the book: '... Donna threw her head back and shut her eyes. Perhaps this was all just a nightmare, from which she would awaken at any moment. It could not be happening. It just couldn’t!
A sharp pain stabbed her loins, as the man drew her against him and forced the head of his cock up between her damp sex folds. But the position was too awkward for ideal penetration, so he withdrew again, wrapped both arms around her thighs and lifted her off her feet. She hung by her wrists, the rope gouging her flesh, as he wrapped her legs around his waist. He clenched her buttocks in his big hands and rammed his cock into her virginal depths. Donna cried out in pain, feeling as though she were being skewered by a hot length of iron. The agony quickly faded, first giving way to a dull throbbing, then an unexpected sensation that was little short of pleasure.
"Oh yes, you like that, don’t you, you dirty little slut!" he grunted, impaling her with an increased ferocity.
Donna could do nothing but throw back her head and whimper in protest, her tears of pain and shame splattering onto the dirty floor. Blood trickled from her sex, lubricating the hot passage for his thrusting cock. The rape seemed to go on forever. Eventually, his cock trembled, he uttered an animal cry and she felt something thick and hot spurting into the depths of her loins, numbing the continuous aching of her violation. He held her tight, spitting his full load into her tight tunnel. When the last drop had been spilled, he withdrew his bloodied cock and allowed her feet to drop to the floor. He wiped the warm stickiness from his shaft on her left thigh, then zipped up his jeans and left the room, his lust sated, at least temporarily.
Donna sobbed helplessly, tears and mucus streaming down her face. She saw blood on her thighs and had seen it on the man’s cock. The way he had so casually walked away when he was finished with her merely added to the sense of total debasement. Once again, she wished he had at least shown her the mercy of first rendering her unconscious.
Some time later, the door opened again and the female captor reappeared. She was carrying an iron bucket and a wet cloth. Without a word, she placed the bucket at Donna’s feet, then began roughly rubbing between her thighs with the cold, coarse wet rag.
"My friend told me he’d popped your cherry," she said conversationally. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself, a virgin at your age! He suggested you might be more inclined towards members of your own sex. Such traits are said to run in the family, so I shouldn’t be at all surprised."