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Kidnap

By: sweety46



I stalk you like a huntress. You are my greatest desire. I want you desperately, but have not taken you yet. I want to be your lover, but have had you many times before. Except not the way I want you. We have been lovers for months now, but tonight will be different. I want to violate you. I want to fuck you like you have never been fucked before. Tonight I will kidnap you and make you mine.

I pick you up at your door, and tell you we are going to play a game. I immediately blindfold you and bind your wrists together. You seem not to be concerned, good, you are used to my little sexual games. I have already rented a room, prepared it for our arrival, way in the back of the motel complex, away from prying eyes.

I can feel my excitement mounting. Your obvious trust in me is comforting, and my desire for you is exceeding all boundaries. As I lead you from the car, my open hand slides down your ass cheek and returns upward lightly with one finger drawing a line up the crack of your ass. You whisper "Oh baby." I know this is going to be a night to remember. 

For my benefit the room is filled with candles, I light them while you quietly sit in a chair not questioning, not moving. They are scented, the sweet aromas filling the air almost instantly. I remove all of my clothing. My nipples are hard, the aureoles crinkled with their erection. I do not have to feel my pussy to know it is already wet. Wet with anticipation, wet with the knowledge of what is about to come. I walk over to where you are, stand directly in front of you, lean over and kiss you wetly on the mouth. My warm tongue darts into your mouth seeking the wetness of yours, you immediately offer yours to me, hot and wanting. They dance the dance of lovers, steamy, anticipatory.

I stand abruptly, place my hands on the back of your head pulling you toward me, toward my breasts. Guiding you directly to my hard nipple. Your lips feel where they are, and your tongue moves out of its enclosure, sweeping the nipple with a wet, hard swipe, first up, then down. I close my eyes, and enjoy the sensation. You nuzzle your face in between my huge orbs, and move it slowly across the other breast until you find the other nipple. You repeat the procedure causing me to groan slightly. I press your head in closer, your teeth close over the area just around the nipple and grip it gently, sucking the nipple in hard, while biting softly. God you know what I like. Your hands, even though bound in front of you, are clasped together and massaging your cock inside your pants. I pull your head away gently, and give you the only instruction I will give you all night. You are not to cum until I tell you. If you feel you are about to cum, you must tell me. I will stop, or slow down, but under no circumstances are you to cum until you are given my permission. You consider for just a moment, and then agree. "You must have something special planned tonight," you whisper. I smile a smile you cannot see. 

I unbind your hands and place them on the arms of the chair temporarily. While you are seated, I remove your shoes, your socks. Then I have you stand and begin to remove your clothing, your shirt first, pulling it over your head, and tossing it on the floor. Your hands reach out to me, I push them down, giving you a directive without speaking. You understand, and leave them hang at your sides. I unbutton and unzip your pants, and ease them down over your hips, I have you sit again, and remove them for you. I then take your hand, lead you over to the bed, and have you lie in the center. I open the velcro wrist binder I have already installed on the bed, and place it on your left wrist, and complete the task by doing the right also. There is some room for allowable movement, enough to be comfortable, but effective all the same. Before I proceed, I remove your shorts. Your cock is very hard, your groan is low and raspy as I slowly pull them down your legs and remove. I have placed 3 pillows under your ass raising it up off the bed for maximum unobstructed attention. I bind your ankles in the same fashion as your hands, but with more freedom for movement. You are exactly where I have wanted you for so very long.

I stand away from the bed for a moment, just taking the sight of you waiting for me into my mind. A fantasy come true, or about to. Unconsciously, instinctively, my hand moves between my legs, feeling the wetness on the outer lips. One finger slides into my torrid tunnel moving in and out slowly, as if enraptured. My other hand cups one large breast with the fingers pinching the hard nipple incessantly. Your soft questioning whisper breaks my reverie, and I move to the bed, lying next to you. I take your face in my hands, and begin kissing you hungrily, lustily. My warm wet tongue sweeps into your mouth with urgency, a need. You pull it in sucking it deeply, it feels so very good, so exciting. My long nails leave faint white trails on your skin as I drag them lightly down your chest. Past your hard straining cock, onto your hardening balls. Down between your open legs, under your balls, where they stop. I bring them back to my mouth and put three fingertips in wetting them completely and return them to that sensual spot. I start to move them in a slow, circular fashion, just in that area, looking for the spot that will make you groan, quivers with excitement. 

While my wet fingers circle slowly around your sensitive skin, my tongue moves onto your hard nipples, whipping each one back and forth with a hard quick movement that causes you to tense up, move your head back and forth on the pillow, and you begin licking your lips. I take an ice cube from the pitcher of ice water I have placed by the bed, and rub it over your lips, letting you suck on it, lick it. Then I place it in my mouth, and keep it there while I flick my cold, dripping, tongue back and forth across your rigid nipples. The onslaught of the sudden cold makes your cry out, "Jesus," and I ask if I should stop. "No, don't stop," is your only response. The ice, almost half melted now, I drop from my mouth, into the cup of my hand. 

I grasp the base of your cock, the melting cube against the shaft. Your reaction is immediate. The cold against your hot cock is electrifying, your bonds keep you in place, your loud outcry subsides to a low groan as my wet, dripping hand starts to move up and down the shaft of your straining rigid cock. The melting cube against your hot dick runs down your balls, into the crack of your very sweet, tight ass. Oh God you don't know what the thought of that is doing to me. I really have to control myself not to ravage you just as you are, innocent, lying defenseless. 

The cube has finished melting, and I move my fingers over your tight balls, massaging them gently as I move them lower. My mouth, my tongue, busy still on your hard nipples, slowly drawing them in deeply, sucking them up into my warm wet mouth. With each movement of my tongue, each siphon of my mouth, your cock throbs visibly. My cunt is drenched; fuck juice oozing through the engorged lips. I place a folded pillow under your head, angling it so that as I straddle your upper chest, my pussy is right in your face. I spread my outer lips open so that you have clear access to my heated, pulsing cunt. Taking in my hot, sizzling scent, you immediately begin to lick my hot pussy. Pressing your face into me as much as you can. I can control how much or how little you can delve into me by moving forward or backward. 

I don't want to cum, but I need to feel the sweet sweep of your tempestuous tongue. In return, I spread your legs wide, my huge tits holding down your cock underneath them, and I begin to lick your balls, wetly, leisurely at first. Your cock, under my tits, twitches, pulses, as you raise your hips over and over trying to grind into them. My lips wander downward and I begin to lap under your balls, leaving a wet gooey trail of saliva there. Sucking at that spot, hearing you groan as I do, my pussy moving under the auspices of your fucking hot tongue. I find I have to change positions or I will cum, in your face, and saturate you with my hot love juice. I have other plans.

I stop for a few minutes, giving you a chance to recoup, calm down, but your cock remains extremely hard, you are aroused beyond my wildest imagination. I move slowly between your legs, a group of toys now accompany me. You are so close; I have to be very careful. You open your legs wide for me, anticipating my movements, you know me so well. What I have wanted, you have also. My fingers press into the flesh of your ass cheeks, the edge of your steaming crack, and slowly pull them apart. The whole lower part of your body is quivering, almost shaking. The moisture in your dark crevice is almost intoxicating. The sweet moist scent of you is breathtaking, so arousing. The tip of my drenched tongue touches the crinkled edges of your hot hole, slowly moving around my desired fixation. You reaction is instantaneous, you scream "Stop," and I do, reluctantly, but I knew I would have to. My hand reaches up and grips the base of your cock, squeezing, trying to hold your climax in. 

You start to relax, and I take the opportunity to get you some ice water, letting you drink from a straw, licking from your lips the few drops that have gotten away from you. I ask you if you are ready to continue, you tell me yes. This time, your cock is only semi rigid, which is good for me, allowing me more time to play. I again move between your legs. The break has given both of us a chance to relax, in order to build up again. Once more my fingers move to your steaming separation, but this time my tongue moves in quickly, deftly, with precision. Pushing into your tight hole, no soft preparation, just hot tongue to hot ass. 

You try to pull backward, but can't, your restraints keep you stationary. You gasp, but say nothing. I keep my tongue immobile for a few moments, and then push my fingers deeper into the groove of your ass, spreading your hole open wider, and then pull out quickly, and plunge in again harder this time. One more time, my fingers move downward, stretching your puckered hole even wider, and again I ram my tongue inside. Your gasp has become a loud moan; your cock is almost at full mast again. I move my hand from your open crack, and slide it between my open legs. With my fingers, I pry the dripping outer cunt lips open so that I can grind myself on the sheets while I work on your hot pulsating ass hole. 

Over and over again I plunge my wanton tongue into your ass, showing no mercy, just fucking you hard and deep. You begin to respond, moving your ass into my face, taking my wet hard tongue to the hilt time after time. Finally we have created a rhythm, with you fucking my tongue as I fuck your ass. My middle finger slides into my dripping mouth, and as I remove my tongue, I replace it with my finger. Your ass muscles grip it tightly. Almost pushing it out, then pulling it back in. My pussy is starting to do a slow grind on the bed, my legs spreading wider as I push my finger into your tight hole. While one finger plunges in and out of your ass, I grasp a bottle of oil, and drizzle it down over your ass, your crack, my fingers, your tight hole.

My finger starts to move in and out very freely, your cock is now very hard and standing again, pre cum on the tip now, waiting for my warm lips to kiss it away. Two fingers find their way into your ass now, moving in and out slowly and steadily, the oil making the slide easy, welcoming me. You continue the fuck rhythm with me while I move the fingers in an ever widening circle, opening you wider still until the third finger moves inside. Once it does and you begin to fuck me, I grab one of my nearby toys, purchased just for this occasion. It is already condomed, ready for play. Again I drizzle the oil down your ass. 

I insert my first toy. A small rubber dildo, defined, an inch in diameter, 6 inches long, actually less wide than my fingers, but obviously longer. I push in the defined head; your open hole accepts it as I begin to move it in and out. Pushing it in further after each extraction. You are so very excited as am I. Each time I push that hard little cock inside, you meet me with your hot burning butt. My cunt is beyond grinding, it is almost thrashing onto the bed, only my intense concentration on what I am doing keeps me from cumming. My hand starts to move the dildo in a more circular motion as well as the in and out thrust. 

There is lots of room, your ass has accepted my toy gratefully. Your erotic sounding groans tell me so. Moving slowly, I again drip the oil from the bottle onto you, I chose a medium size this time, 1 ¾ inch wide 7 inches long. This one too is hard rubber, clearly defined with veins, flaring head. This one I slide into my mouth wetting the head thoroughly before I remove the other. I ask if you need a moment to relax, you shake your head yes. The head of your cock is a brilliant deep red, almost purplish. While I wait for your excitement to subside, I kiss the inside of your thighs, massaging your calves, asking if they are cramping. You tell me no, that you feel intensely excited, almost in a state of constant orgasm. After a few minutes have passed, you ask me to begin again.

Slowly I move into place again, the head of the false phallus glistening with my saliva, as I begin to move it inside your waiting, pulsing hole. Almost at once you start moaning loudly, pushing your ass into the cock, wanting it, needing it. I begin again to slide it in and out, fucking you harder this time, as deep as I can go and still keep a grip on the sliding rod. You begin to talk to me, "Fuck my ass, hard, deep, please," almost begging me. My exhilaration is immeasurable, I take you hard. Probing you to the hilt with the second toy. Without questions asked, and while hearing you plead to fuck you harder, I grab my third toy. A full 2 ½ inches across, 8 ½ inches long, I slide it into my own slippery, searing slit, ramming it fully into my gaping wet hole. I move it around, in and out a few times, drenching it with my love juice. With one perfect maneuver I pull out the second and insert the third. This time only the head, it is much larger taking up all the available room I have made, your hands are clenching at the sheets, your head moves rapidly back and forth, your moans constant, louder. But your imploring requests push me forward, this time though, while my hand moves the large cock in and out of you, my other hand reaches for your throbbing, swollen cock. I take one long, hard lick from the base to the cut on the underside. You tense up instantaneously, whispering, "Oh please let me cum......" 

I cannot make you wait any longer, I take the one other toy I have brought, the vibrating dildo, 1 3/4 inches by 8 inches, and turn it on. It vibrates softly and I slide it past my swollen engorged cunt lips into my steaming hot hole. I again open the lips, and press my groin down upon the bed, moving my pussy back and forth, following the motion I am fucking your ass with. I reach up and pull the blindfold up so that you can watch me consume the bucket of cum that is penned up in your fiery, tumescent cock. Almost as soon as my lips touch the head you begin to wail, almost sob, pleading me to take you, to let you cum. I pull my mouth away from your cock, just for a moment, and I tell you, "Yes my love, it is time for you to cum, cum in my mouth, let me swallow all of you, I need you, want you, desperately." 

I plunge the big cock deep into your ass then, twisting it into the oiled cavity, while my mouth takes you in very deeply, down into my throat. You thrust your hips as much as you can ramming your cock into my waiting mouth. Your cries of pleasure are almost shrieks, adding to my own spine tingling sensations. My tongue inside my mouth moves wildly, whipping your cock, and over the swollen veins while I endeavor to suck every last drop of your cum out of you. Up and down my lips move on your cock, my pussy also moving in unison with the dildo fucking your ass. It is then that you let out one earth shattering scream, "Oh my God, I am cumming, oh please suck all of my hot juice." As you scream, my own orgasm begins to unfold, heat from my toes moving all the way to my hard swollen clit, involuntary muscle spasms begin to clutch and release the vibrating dildo, making the orgasm seem to go on forever. As soon as one wave subsides, another begins. 

I slow down the pumping action into your ass as your cock spews shot after shot of hot gooey cum into my throat, filling my mouth again and again. I am unable to swallow all of you, you have cum like I have never seen you cum before. I have to grab the vibrator from between my legs, it has begun to become very sensitive, almost hurts. I then remove the big hard cock from your ass as the last of your hot love juice seeps into my mouth. I lay exhausted between your legs, huge breasts heaving, we are both panting like hot nasty dogs out in the sun. I slowly move off the bed and begin to remove the binding from your wrists and feet, you slide over to the edge of the bed, and pat the bed next to you. I sit down with you, you put your arms around me, kiss me tenderly, and whisper... "It's your turn now, isn't it Sweet." I knew it was going to be a night to remember.

Kidnap



Missy was coming home from work one Friday night. She pulled into the parking lot of the apartment building. She got out of her car. As Missy started walking towards the door to go into the building, someone came up from behind her and put a pillowcase over her head. There was a hole cut out of the case for her nose and mouth to breathe out. She was told to keep quiet. Missy was taken to across the parking lot. She felt as though she was walking quite some distance. She was place at the end of what seemed to be a car's trunk. She was bent across the end of the car. The man remained standing behind her. He took off the pillowcase, only to replace it with a blindfold. In the short time she had her eyes uncovered she noticed she was still in the parking lot but in the dark semi secluded part of the lot. He instructed me to open my mouth where he then inserted a gag shaped as a cock. He told her he was going to use her for his purposes and use her good. This will be one night she will never forget.

Missy heard clanking noises. She was not quite sure what it was. He told her to put her arms out in front of her. He took her arm and slid something onto her arm. He took the other arm and did the same thing. She figured it out they were handcuffs. He attached the two cuffs together. After the cuffs were on and hooked together, the man opened her blouse and removed her bra. He put a piece of clothing over her head. She realized it was a short skirt. He then stripped her pants and panties off her. She shook a little from the crisp cold night air. Missy could feel and smell his breath on the back of her neck. His breath was a combination of cinnamon and cigarettes. She had an idea of who the man was but was not 100% sure. She believed it was her Master. He began to chuckle at her noticing nervousness coming over her. He rubbed her back to calm her down a little, but also to make sure she was unaware of what he was going to do next. Missy heard another clanking sound. 

He took the chain and place one end in the front of her body and the other end on the back of her body. He took the one end of the chain and wrapped it around her breast to bind it then hooked the rest of the chain to the handcuffs. He took the other end of the chain and bound the other breast and placed the chain over her back, through her pussy lips and hooked it to the handcuffs. He just stood there laughing at her. Missy heard something click. He told her that she would make a good submissive whore for his party that he was taking her too. This picture will be passed around the room to give people an idea of what she really was – a submissive whore ready for use. He grabbed the front and back of the chain. Missy gave a yelp. He guided her towards the vehicle so they could leave. Once in the car, he opened her blouse wide open so anyone could see her tits and enjoy the view. 

We arrived at what seem to be our destination. He came around and opened the car door to help her out of the car. He took the gag out of her mouth and gave her a drink of water. As he laughed from the excitement, he put another style of gage into her mouth. This gag was long and round with leather strands hanging from the side of the gag. He instructed Missy to bend over because she was going to get a nice surprise. As she started to bend over he began fanning her with this soft material. It felt like someone's hair. When Missy was all the way bent over he began to flog her with this hair. He asked her if she was ready for her nice surprise and she nodded to confirm that she was. He rubbed her ass so that she would have no clue as to what to expect. Without any warning, he rammed the butt plug with the hair attached to it into her ass. He said now she has a tail just like a good pony. Missy grunted and jerked forward but could not go far because he had a hold of the chain from the back. She felt the sensation of the chain into her pussy and the motion her breast moved. He let her know that they were in a semi-secluded place so only the people he wanted to know knew where they were.

He stripped her so that she would be bare ass naked. Missy was not sure what to think. She had a butt plug tail, the gag had reins on the side and she was naked. He grabbed the reins to move her slightly forward. She heard more jingling. He stepped in front of her then turned her head to put a chain through the ring on the side of the gag. He attached the end of the chains to her tits. He did the same to the other side of her face. She heard the excitement in his voice as he was telling her that she was not only going to be a show pony, but also a whore that will feel pain, pleasure, made to suck and fucked. He also commented that it was such a turn on to see her so submissive and dressed like a sluttish white pony. He grabbed the reins and led her for a short walk. Missy could feel the chain in her pussy moving but most of all the tension and pain on her breasts. After a short walk he tied to a post, then went into the cabin. 

In the cabin he lit some candles, set up the video recorder, and ran a hot bubble bath with candles lit in the bathroom for her. He made sure that all the taper recorders and tapes were in place. He wanted her to believe that she was really going to be shared and used at a party, but in reality he was just going to use the audiotapes to help him give that effect. Once the preparations were finished he went back outside to retrieve her. Missy was nervous because of the unknown. He picked up a tree branch. He asked her does she like pain with her pleasure. She nodded yes. All Missy could think was how and who was going to use her. She was excited but yet scared. The man attached her feet to two poles. He began to flog her body with the branch. Missy tried to move but was unsuccessful. The man gave out a very loud laugh, and proceeded to tell her that she can try to move all she wants but she will be unable to do so. She bowed her head the accepted her torture. 

Missy felt her feet then the reins being detached from the poles. The man led her into the cabin. He took her straight to the bathroom. He unchained and uncuffed her. He removed the gag then instructed her that she was to take a nice hot bubble bath before the guests arrive. We want a nice clean and smelling slave when we go to use her. He made sure that the mirror was covered so that she would not be able to guess where she was or to see his reflections in mirror. Before he removed the blindfold he made her stand in front of him and when she takes the blindfold off to immediately crawl into the tub. He left the door wide open to make sure she not only felt that she had no sense of privacy but also to see if she would truly listen and be submissive to his wishes. As he suspected, she was very obedient. 

Time was up, he told her to get out of the tub and have her ass facing the door. She was not allowed to dry off and the blindfold was immediately put back on. He asked her if she would like some fruit and water. "Yes Sir, thank you Sir," she replied. He took her hand and led her into another room. Once they were in the room, he ordered her to kneel. Slowly she began to kneel. Before he fed her the fruit, he directed her to get onto all fours. He decided what is a dog without a tail. Not only do ponies have tails but also so do dogs. He lubed up the butt plug again and slowly inserted into her ass. He wanted it slow because he knew that there would be more pain because he was drawing it out from the slow motion. He sat next to her and began to feed her the fruit from his hand. "Good slave," he says, "now lets see how obedient you really are." He put the fruit into a bowl. The man initiated her face towards the bowl on the floor. Eat slave but you are not allowed to use your hands. He placed a bowl of water next to the fruit then coached her to drink the water. Missy realized she was being treated like a dog and became very humiliated. She hears a door open and what sounds like people coming in for the party. He tells her to keep eating and drinking. Missy finishes what she can. He takes her into the bathroom so she may urinate from the amount of water she drank. He removes the butt plug. He leaves the door wide open. She is uncomfortable with this situation of not being able to use the bathroom in private. The man comes back into the bathroom once she is finished and tells her to spread her legs. He goes behind her and wipes her pussy and ass with a diaper wipe. He wants her fresh and clean for his use. 

"Now are you ready to be used, to please, to be forced to do things you never thought you would, to suck and be fucked," he asks

"Yes, Sir, - Thank you Sir, " she replies.



He leads Missy into another room. The man ties her hands above her head. He spreads her legs and attaches them to a spreader bar. She is able to move her ass but that is the extent of her movement. By now she is slightly wet with from her own cum juices. He runs his hands along her ass then down into her cunt. "MMMMM, you are getting wet already. You must be turned on. Just wait, you will be in for a bigger surprise." The man unties her hands and leans her over the end of the bed. He attaches each hand to the post of the bed. It is nice having a four poster bed he thought to himself. He rubs her body with his hands. She felt aroused from his touch. He realizes that she has now figured out it was her Master that captured her.

"Lift your head, slave," he said.

As she lifted her head he grew close to her face. He inserted the bit gag with the reins again. 

"Now you are starting to look like a true slave whore, but we still have more things to dress you up with before you look perfect."

He walked behind her again. Whack, she felt and heard against her ass. It was a riding crop. He then began to hit her lightly all over the body then gradually increased the intensity of the flogging. While he was flogging her body he would integrate different floggers. Once he was satisfied with the color of her flesh, he stopped and rubbed her body. He lubed up another butt plug, but this time, this plug vibrated. He nudged a piece of small ice into her ass then slowly inserted the ice cold butt plug. By inserting the plug slowly, he knew that she would try to squirm and not allow him to place into her ass. He made sure that she was not able to move while he did this. The lube that he used from the butt plug was still on his hands. Instead of wiping it off onto a towel he wiped it onto her ass. He picked up a flogger and began to flog her ass. Missy jumped because the lube gave the impact from the flogger more of an intense sensation. 

Missy begins to move her feet. The man realizes that her feet are beginning to hurt. He unties her from the bed and spreader bar. He slips the gag out of her mouth for a minute and gives her a sip of water. He then returns the bit gag to her mouth. He leads her to the bed and guides her onto the bed. He instructs her to lay on her back. 

"Lift your ass whore, " he says.

Missy lifts her ass as he slides a pillow under her ass. Her butt now is in the air for easy access. He grabs her legs and reattaches it to the spreader bar. He ties the spreader bar to a string that is on a pulley in the ceiling. He takes her arms and binds them above her head. She is not quite sure what to make of what is happening to her. She is full of mixed feelings from excitement to nervousness. He begins to rub her entire body to help her relax. 

"Now you are a helpless slave whore who is going to beg me to fuck you, use you and take pictures of you," he laughs.

He begins by putting some music on and lighting some candles. This helps with the atmosphere and the scents help with relaxation also. Missy hears him coming towards her. He grabs her breasts and twists them abruptly. 

"What nice tits are they to use whore...I intend to make sure that they are marked and sore by the end of this session."

She hears him rummaging through things. Missy jumps slightly from the coldness that is placed on her tits. He lets out a loud laugh as he applies more ice to her tits. He then slowly slides the ice all over her body. He takes a large piece of ice and shoves it into her pussy then another piece in her ass. As he notices her body reacting to the ice, her nipples are getting larger, he decides this was a good time to apply the suction cups to the nipples. Wow, what a feeling, Missy thinks as the cups are applies to each nipple. He tells her he is not finished decorating her tits. He grabs a few clothespins and applies them to the outer part of her breast. Missy gasps as she feels her boobs being stretched and clamped. The pain hurts but yet it is a very big turn on for her.

"Now for that cunt of yours, slave."

Missy moaned as he began to grab her cunt. She can feel the wetness of her cunt from her own juices from all the excitement but yet the coldness of the ice. Her Master begins to pull apart her pussy lips and applying clothes pins on them. She hears something that sounds like take as he peels it off the roll. She realizes that he is going to stretch her pussy lips back and tape them to her thighs. After he is finished with her pussy lips he grabs her clit and pulls and twist it extremely hard. Nice he thinks, but it needs to be decorated to. He sees how her nipples are growing with the suction cups that he decides to do the same to her clit. One thing that he is going to add though is some water in the suction cup with a small piece of ice. He also thinks another piece of ice in her pussy along with a vibrator will even drive her more crazy. He believes all this will add a new sensation to the play. Missy tries to move her hips from the sensation but is unable because she is strongly secured. Her Master just grins with pleasure because he knows that she is willing and wants to be his slave more than anything. She is willing to give herself to him. 

He has decided that she needs a few more things before he can take a true picture of her. First would be that she needs her ass filled with a nice butt plug. Secondly, she needs to have her breast bound. And lastly, she needs to have "Master's whore slave" across her body. He finds a nice vibrating butt plug and without any warning shoves it into his slave's ass. Missy yelps. He takes the suction cups off her nipples and rubs them then applies clamps to them. He lifts her head as he places a rope around her neck. He takes each breast and binds them up. Not only will the clamps help keep the nipple hard but so will the binding keep her breast swollen till he is ready to use them. He just stands there smiling, as he is now ready to have some real fun with her. Oh, he realizes he forgets one thing. He is serious about making her his submissive/slave for the rest of their lives. He leaves the room and decides to register as his slave online. He prints out a large printed certificate that says that Missy now is his slave and she is registered to him. He leans the certificate on her side and takes a picture. He tells her she is now registered to him and he is taking this picture and framing it to remind her where her place is in their house.

Missy's Master takes the clamps and clothespins off her breast. As they come off, she gasps from the rush of the blood to her nipples. He leaves them bound. He takes a piece of ice and rubs the ice onto the tits. He knows that the wetness will add to the intensity of the flogging he is about to give her. 

"What nice marks are on my slave's tits, but I am not finish marking my property" he says smiling. 

He walks over to the dresser and picks up a flogger. Slowly he begins to flog her. It is a very sensual flogging at first then gradually working up to more intense flogging. As the flogging continues, marks begin to appear. With enjoyment, he flogs her even more. He stops the crawls onto the bed and straddles her. 

"Show me how much you can worship you Master's cock, whore."

He takes the reins out of her mouth and replaces it with his cock. He fucks her mouth good. Missy can feel his cock getting hard and growing in size. She takes the cock and treasures him giving it to her. Now that he is nice and hard, he unties her legs from the ceiling but leaves the spreader bar attached to her ankles. He detaches her arms then reattach to a tether above her head. This way he can roll her over when he wants but yet her arms are still bound. He pulls the vibrator out of her pussy and begins to fuck her hard. Ramming it in and out, she enjoys it. He pulls out and replaces the vibrator. He rolls her over onto her knees. He pulls out the vibrator of her ass and grabs the reins from the gag bit. He tells her that her Master is going to ride his slave like a pony. He does not give Missy any time to prepare for his cock. He just rams it into her ass. She jerks up but He grabs the reins and holds her steady. Ouch!! As Missy deals with being fucked in the ass. She can feel her Master getting harder and hornier. He begins to cum in her ass then moves in front of her. He pulls out of her ass then grabs her hair. He takes out the gag out of her mouth.

"I am going to finish by fucking my properties mouth," he says.

He fucks her mouth till he is finished Cumming. He roars very loud and he not only cums but has an orgasm. He catches his breath. 

"Since you have been a good slave, I am going to make you have an orgasm that you will not forget."

He rolls Missy over and reattaches the spreader bar to pulley in the ceiling. He decides he likes having her ass stuffed. He returns the vibrator to her ass. He pulls the suction cup off her clit. Master rubs the clit with such intense force. Missy begins to move her hips from side to side because she is so turned on. Her master places a suction cup with a vibrator attached to her clit. She hears him moving. OH My God, she, she feels not only him fucking her with one vibrator but with both. He is fucking her ass and pussy at the same time. 

"Cum you fucking whore, cum and show me how much you appreciate me allowing you this pleasure."

She lets out a loud thank you Master as she begins to cum. 

"You are not finished Cumming slave, my property is going to cum till I decide she has had enough"

He takes the vibrator out of her pussy, and puts it in her mouth. 

"You must suck off your juices and keep it in there till the next time you have another orgasm," he instructs her. He decides that she needs nipple clamps on her tits to entice her Cumming more. 

He begins to play with her clit. It is extremely swollen from all the attention he has given it. As Missy's Master plays with her clit she tries to move but cannot. He yells at her to cum. As she cums he fists her then takes her cum and wipes her face with it. 

He detaches her from the clamps, clothespins, the ropes and spreader bar; he gives her some water and cuddles with her.



Kidnap



"Hey, is that her?"

"Who? Where? Oh, yah that's Lacy. Get ready ok?"

"Yah I'm ready man, you ready Frank?"

"Will you two shut up? Stacy, park right there, yah on that corner!"

You see the old dingy cargo van pull up on the curb in front of you and barely notice the faded dry-cleaning sign on its side door. You look down at your sneakers as you walk by, thinking about the warm shower you're going to have as soon as you get back inside your apartment. You're startled by the door on the side of the van swinging open, and as you stop short in surprise your sparkling blue eyes go wide in terror as you see three large men burst out of the van toward you like a flood, curling over you in a smooth practiced move, tearing your backpack of you and quickly taping your mouth closed. 

As the first man throws you over his shoulder your body begins moving on its own, thrashing around trying to escape instinctually. You see the other two men quickly dive back in the van and you feel their hands running up your tight blue jeans, grabbing hold of your body, pulling you into the van with a quick efficiency that makes a thought pop up in the back of your mind, wondering how many times they've done this before... 

"Stacy! Go GO GO!"

"Jesus Frank, I'm going. Lenard, make sure she's tied down. We don't want her jumping out at the first stop like the last one, heh?

"That wasn't my fault and you know it Stacy, just keep your eye on the road, ok? Joe, get out that knife of yours, let's skin this beauty."

At the mention of a blade, you start panicking again; thrashing your arms and legs until the three men almost have to sit on you to keep you still. The boss (Frank you think) sits above your head, and holds your arms down as (Lenard?) slips your hand into two padded cuffs attached to the floor. You're too busy to notice these two until it's too late; Joe has pulled out his knife, and has begun "skinning you" as they said. With your arms tied down, Frank tells Lenard to move down and hold your legs for Joe "We don't want her hurt before the fun starts do we? Hehehehe". 

With Lenard holding your legs down, Joe's razor sharp knife makes quick work of your sneakers' laces and as her starts running the blade up the back of your leg, you can't suppress the slight shudder the ice cold blade against your burning skin causes... 

You feel him run it up first the side of your right leg, splitting it like a piece of paper right along the seam, all the way up to your belt loops. Then the two men switch positions, and even though you try to push up against their hands, you are effortlessly held down by one of Joe's arms, where Lenard has to use both of his to keep you on the ground. At the next red light, Lenard takes advantage of the stop to pull off your sneaker and sock and slip your delicate ankle into a cuff matching the ones over your wrists. Again Joe goes through the same motions, gently, almost lovingly, using his knife to cut your pants loose of your firm toned legs. As you feel the knife finally stop moving along your side, you notice strangely that the gentle touch of the blade along your bare skin has actually aroused you slightly... You blush against the duct tape still covering your mouth, mortified at how your body has betrayed you in such a dangerous situation. 

Frank calls back from the front of the van, loud enough to drown out the music "Have you finished prepping her?" Joe replies in his soft deep bass that he was almost done, all he had to do was cut the straps on your tank top and you'd "be ready". At this you tilt your head back far enough to see Frank whisper something in Stacy's ear, and then watch him step lightly over your prostrate body until he is squatting between your legs.... "Give me the knife Joe; I want to unwrap this present."

Joe quietly hands the foot long blade over to Frank, and your eyes widen again as you see the cold gleaming steel move towards your head, and you flinch when you feel the elastic straps of your tank top pop apart against the razored blade. Lenard chuckles at the look on your face, and then laughs out loud when Frank's sudden thrust of his hand against your crotch elicits a groan from your covered mouth. Frank begins grinding the palm if his hand hard against your jean covered crotch, causing your body to react, your pussy starting to get wet even against all your better judgments. You feel your body reacting, you feel your hips thrusting against Frank's grinding, insistent hand, and as you lift your hips to push down on him harder, you feel Joe and Lenard suddenly grab your ripped pants legs, tearing them off you at the same time Frank rips the crotch of your pants backwards away from you. 

The sudden shock of the cold air in the van against your burning pussy causes your eyes to snap open quickly, at which you see Joe looming over your face, his hand slowly descending to your throat.... wait. He grabs the edge of the tape covering your mouth, and with a gentleness belied by his enormous size, he pulls the tape from your lips, telling you two simple rules - not to talk unless you're asked a question, and that you mustn't try to escape. He quietly asks if you will follow his rules, and you nod your head... afraid to break eye contact with this granite eyed behemoth. Suddenly your vision blurs, and not until you see Lenard's leering face and raised hand do you know that he slapped you. "He asked you a question whore, answer him!" You quickly mumble out that yes you understand the rules as you feel the van stop moving and the engine shut off. 

You look up when you hear Frank's gravelly voice ordering Lenard and Joe out to the room to get it ready. You see a sudden flash of daylight as they open the side door to leave, but it's quickly occupied by another body - a lithe one, with long black hair. "Stacy, come on in... meet Lacy," Frank says to the shape. As the door closes back, you see Stacy face to face, her emerald green eyes reminding you of a snake's, deadly and mesmerizing... Frank and Stacy share a look between them, and suddenly their hands are all over your body... hers stripping off your top, flinging it across the van in her haste to begin mauling your breasts, his to your legs and waist.. Making gentle circular motions, each time coming closer to the wet spot in your thin cotton bikini briefs. You suddenly feel Stacy's warm lips clasp onto one of your erect nipples, pulling it taught gently with her teeth, and then a little farther until the pain almost outweighs the pleasure... you feel Frank's hands finally settle onto your hips, inching your panties down your gorgeous legs, until he can get them no farther. He leaves them there, instead dragging his hands back up your legs, his nails against your skin causing goose bumps and tiny shivers of pleasure to course through your body. Finally as his hands make it back to your waiting pussy, you arch your body, trying to press yourself onto his fingers and your chest harder against Stacy's questing fingers and sucking mouth. 

as Frank's fingers finally begin their torturous play with your nether lips and love button, you feel Stacy beginning to nip and bite at your breasts, adding pain to the pleasure Frank is giving you, until the two combined feelings become one in the rush to your release... only to stop You look up angrily - and find yourself to be shocked at your own anger. These people have kidnapped you; they are playing sexual games with you against your will... aren't they? Then why are you angry that they stopped because Joe and Lenard have returned to say everything was ready? You retreat inside your mind, puzzling over this, not even noticing when they uncuff your hands and feet and lead you into the warehouse building. 

You don't look up until Stacy let's go of your shoulders and tells you to sit on the bed. You look around finally, an quickly notice you're in a box- a room with sheet metal walls, a tripod built into a corner and an old iron railed bed, with an old stained mattress on top of it. As Stacy turns to leave, you see Lenard standing on the other side of the door, bouncing from one foot to the other... You see him whisper something to Stacy, and she slaps him, whispering back fiercely, "You know if Frank likes it, he wants first dibs, and that's not until tomorrow, go get your rest. NOW Lenard. Go." 

Stacy slams home the large steel door on its silent hinges, causing you to shudder as you think that you'd never hear them open... And then the single bulb hanging from the ceiling goes out, blanketing you in darkness and a silence so thick it's suffocating. You finally curl up in a ball in the center of the mattress, and fall into an uneasy slumber. You feel something touching you gently, and you roll across your bed, thinking it's your covers tangled around your feet... you kick out and find yourself caught short.



Kidnap



Hello. My name's Tracey Robinson, I've just turned 20 and I'm a media studies student in the leafy suburbs of Surrey. I'm five-foot one tall with short red hair, a fair complexion with freckles, green eyes, a pretty smile and a petite figure, although I've got a nice pair of knockers. I know boys are attracted by my looks, and I freely admit I've played up to that in the past. I lived the first 11 years of my life in Northern Ireland, and I've never lost my accent -- a soft one, not the Belfast twang even I find grating. My daddy's a businessman. He's also a Big Man in the Orange Order. I hate all that bigoted religious shit; perhaps that's why I've always been attracted to Catholic boys.

I know my daddy does some dodgy dealing too. Whether through that or the religious politics, he pissed the wrong people off and decided we'd be safer in England. Behind a big fence and gates that are controlled electronically from the house. My mother lives there too, but she's a mouse, wouldn't say boo to a goose. Well, not unless Daddy told her to, anyway. 

My Daddy's a bit paranoid about security. Apart from the fence he has security guards wandering around the perimeter with big, vicious dogs at night -- I was always too terrified to go out there after dark. And he never drives anywhere unless there's secure parking. He uses the same taxi firm all the time, and they have to send the same couple of drivers. He'd have liked to wrap me up in cotton wool as well, and have me escorted to and from college every day, but I wouldn't stand for it. That's what gave me the idea.

As I'm a student, Daddy gave me an allowance, but it was only 500 sodding quid a month. Honestly, a decent pair of shoes costs 150, he has no idea. I was complaining about it to my then boyfriend, Jimmy Flynn; despite the name he's Scottish, not Irish. We were joking about how I could get more cash of out of the tight-fisted old bugger, and I said, "Just think how much I'd cost him if some bastard kidnapped me." We laughed and Jimmy moved on. I thought about that conversation later though, while he was shagging me, and a little seed was planted (not by Jimmy, thank Christ!). I saw an old TV show once, The Sweeney, in which this upper class berk arranged with one of his mates to pretend to be kidnapped, to rip his parents off. Regan and Carter saw through him of course, but the idea was sound if he'd had the balls to do it right.

Jimmy nearly shit himself when I told him what I was thinking. At first he refused to believe I was serious, then he said he wanted nothing to do with it. He always was a weak-willed little soul though, and after I'd sucked his dick and licked his balls for a few minutes he began to think maybe it wasn't such a bad idea; after all, he could use 25 thousand pounds too. We agreed 50 grand was the amount to go for. He thought I'd just disappear and we'd send a ransom note, but I told him we had to do it properly -- soon too, I had some exams coming up at college that I didn't want to miss. I decided I'd have to be bundled into a car. I picked a road which was quiet enough that no have-a-go-hero was likely to be around to interfere, but which I knew had security cameras to pick up the drama. When Jimmy asked how he was going to bundle me into a car on his own, I breezily replied, "All right, we'll increase the ransom to 75 -- you must have some pal who'd be up for helping you. It's just a prank, after all." That suggestion -- involving a friend -- was my biggest mistake.

Well, actually my biggest mistake was letting Jimmy choose the friend. I knew a couple of girls who would have gladly helped me and could have used the money. Anyway, on the evening we'd agreed, I strolled along the designated street as I do most evenings going home from college, my belly clenching with nerves as I worried it might be too dark for the cameras to pick us up clearly, and wondered what car Jimmy would use. I checked my watch and started cursing the stupid bugger for being late. Three times I wandered up and down the part of the road we'd agreed on, like some hooker peddling her wares, my hands thrust deep into my pockets -- it was bloody freezing.

Finally a car with no headlights began to drive slowly along behind me, like a kerb crawler looking for business. After my last thought I hoped it wasn't a sodding kerb crawler! The car pulled level with me and I heard a foreign accent, a female one, asking me directions. Swearing under my breath I bent down to the rear window. At that moment the door opened, a strong pair of hands grabbed my arms and I was bundled off my feet. The car accelerated with a screech of tyres with the door still flapping open and the person who's knee I was sprawled over made a grab for it and slammed it shut, hissing "Arschloch!" at the driver. Both she -- I could feel her boobs pressing against my face -- and the driver were wearing hoodies that zipped right over their faces, with plastic goggles built in for their eyes.

I struggled on to my bum on the seat beside her and, leaning forward to the driver, asked, "Jimmy?"

The guy glanced at me over his shoulder as he took a corner on two wheels and said in a flat South London accent, "Jimmy's not comin' darlin'. 'E bottled it, so we're doin' the job." I rolled my eyes. Honestly, Jimmy really was a useless wanker, I wasn't sure what I saw in him. 

Even then I wasn't worried, if he didn't want his share that was his lookout. Like some upper crust deb coming out I held my hand out to the woman and said, "Well, hello, I'm Tracey, and you are...?" A goggled grey-fleeced face stared back at me, ignoring my hand. The next thing I knew, one of her hands was clamped to the back of my head, and a thick, sweet-smelling cloth was pressed over my nose and mouth.

I woke with a splitting headache and feeling as if something small and scratchy had had a dump in my mouth. An electric light was shining into my eyes from the ceiling and, squinting, I turned my head to one side. There was a glass of water on a cabinet beside the bed I was lying on. I tried to reach for it, and realise with a shock that I was manacled to the bed. A figure came into view. She was a bit fuzzy at first, but as she sat on the bed and lifted my head, pressing the glass to my lips, she swam into clearer view. She looked tall, maybe a foot taller than me, I guessed mid to late 20s, a long, plain face with prominent cheekbones, shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes. She was still dressed in the black jumper she'd worn when I was lifted. 

I sipped the ice cold water and coughed a little as it went down. Then I thanked her and checked out my situation. Both my arms were stretched above my head; by craning my neck I could see they were secured by handcuffs to an iron bedstead. I looked down and realised, with a shock, that I was naked. I couldn't prevent a gasp emerging, and I felt my face blushing. There was a harsh laugh. I raised my head and saw a man sitting in a chair at the foot of the bed, staring at me. I clamped my thighs together as hard as I could. Trying to keep my rising panic out of my voice, I quavered, "Look, this is all very dramatic, but do you think you could let me get up now, so we can discuss how we're going to play this?"

The bloke leapt to his feet, went round to the side of the bed opposite the woman, and grabbed my chin, very hard, between the fingers of one hand. "How we're going to play this, darlin', is you're gonna stay chained to this bed until your fat bastard daddy pays us a quarter of a million to let you go." 

He had an evil, angry look on his face. He was younger than the woman, early 20s probably, with curly black hair, flinty eyes and a big chin that hadn't been shaved for 24 hours or so. I suddenly felt more scared than at any time in my life before. The man stood, releasing my sore chin. Trying to hold back the tears I felt brimming, I squeaked, "Do you know who my dad is, dickhead? He's not a man to cross."

He gave another harsh laugh, and replied, sarcastically, "Yeah, we know who your dad is. That's how we know he could afford a million, except he probably wouldn't reckon you were worth it. But he might just shell out a quarter-mill for you, and he probably carries that as pocket change."

Desperate by then, I spat, "You're never going to get away with this. Jimmy would never go along with it. Do you think he's just going to stand by while you lock me up here?"

Another laugh. "Jimmy's a tosser. He shits himself when I so much as look at him. He tried to rope me in on this to show me he was a player, but as usual he didn't have the brains to think on the right scale. He won't dare say anything, he knows what I'd do if he did." I squeezed my eyes on my tears, and heard myself give a rasping sob. What the bloody hell had I done to myself, I was thinking. The man muttered, "Oh for fuck's sake", and I realised that I was pissing myself, literally.

I flinched as the woman stroked my forehead. With a slight accent, I assumed German, she said, "It's okay, I'll clean her up."

The man was staring at me with a look of disgust; then something seemed to change on his face. Without taking his eyes from me, he said, "Yeah, later. Why don't you nip to that takeaway now Goodie, and get us all a nice curry?"

The woman -- it took me a moment to realise that Goodie must be her name -- gave him a long, cool look then stood, shrugged and said, "Okay" and left the room. A minute or so later I heard a front door close. The man never took his eyes off me. Then he walked to the bottom of the bed and began to undo the belt of his black jeans.

It was obvious from the look on his face what he intended. I scrambled backwards, pressing myself against the cold bedstead, and hissed, "Don't you dare fucking touch me."

He grabbed my ankles and pulled me flat on the bed. I shivered as he held one of my feet, stroked the sole with the palm of his hand. Grinning, he said "Or what?"

My moment of false courage faded away and, tears streaming down my face, I begged, "Please, please don't do this." I sounded like a seven-year old begging her mummy not to smack her. 

The bastard's grin widened and he climbed onto the foot of the bed. His cock was already erect, long and thick. I made a desperate attempt to kick out at it, but I was too late and my flailing legs just made it easier for him to grab them and thrust them wide apart. As he lay on top of me I tried to kick him again, but the only effect of that was to wrap my skinny legs around his hairy ones. He grabbed one of my shins, holding my leg around him, and laughed, "Ooh that's it darlin', I love it when a bird's enthusiastic." Then his fingers touched my gash and a moment later I felt his cock slam into me.

I've read that some women get sexually aroused during rape. There was no chance of that in my case. The bastard hurt me, hammering at me with as much force as he could manage, banging my head against the bedstead with each thrust. I was screaming and sobbing, begging him to stop, but if anything it had the opposite effect. He started to mutter things like "That's it, you love it don't ya, you little slag." I was tugging at the handcuffs to try and free my hands, vaguely aware of them cutting into my skin, distracting me slightly from the pain between my legs. To my utter shock the fucker bent his head to one of my tits, licked it then actually bit me. I screamed even louder. Mercifully, he came straight after that, with one final huge thrust which pushed me right up the bed. Then he pulled out of me, wiped his sticky cock in my ginger pubic hair, and pulled his jeans on. 

As he left the room, he turned back and leered at me. "You an' me are gonna have some fun till daddy pays up." If I could have killed myself at that moment I would have happily done so. He flicked off the light, closed the door, and I heard him say to Goodie, "Don't worry about her, she says she's not hungry." I lay back whimpering with pain and the absolute terror that had knotted my stomach. It was only later that I began to fear that the cunt might have made me pregnant, or given me some horrible disease.

Sometime later, Goodie came in and changed the bed sheet under me, without releasing my hands. She did wipe blood off my wrists though, and gently mopped her friend's spunk out of my sore pussy. As she did it, I croaked at her, "You know what that fucker did, don't you."

She didn't look at me but, as she left the room, without turning to me she half-whispered, "I'm sorry."

I cried at her, "Why are you helping him to do this to me? If it's the money, I can get you money. Why?"

She paused, and began, "I...", but, apparently unable to come up with an answer, left me alone.

I lost track of time over the next few days, sleeping when I felt tired and lying staring at the ceiling and weeping most of the rest of the time. They often went out for hours at a time. The first time I screamed until I was hoarse, but nobody came to my rescue. There was a window in the room, but a grey blanket was secured over it with drawing pins. The man, Paul, brought me occasional meals, and let me get up now and again to go to the loo and get some blood back into my aching hands. I also lost track of the number of times he raped me -- four or five maybe. Once he turned me onto my front, hurting my arms, and buggered me. I only saw Goodie once a day, when she came in to clean me up. She even bandaged my bloody wrists, to stop the cuffs biting into them. She never met my eyes, never smiled, and ignored me if I tried to speak to her. I vaguely wondered if they had contacted my dad, and whether he was going to pay the ransom. Once I heard, some rooms away, a radio blaring "Concerns are growing for missing student Tracey Rob...", then the sound was cut off.

I had been abducted on a Wednesday. A few days later -- I thought it must have been Saturday, because I could hear a football crowd somewhere in the distance -- Goodie entered the room with a plastic bowl and a wash cloth. She sat beside me on the bed and said dully, "Paul's out for a while." She washed my face and chest with the cloth, then pulled a tube from her pocket. She squeezed some pink paste from it onto her fingers, and began to rub it into the bite marks on my breasts. I flinched at first, but the feel of the cool cream and her soft fingers massaging my boobs felt comforting and I tried to relax.

As she stroked my flesh Goodie's face moved closer and closer to my boob. I felt her warm breath on my skin, then I shuddered and squeezed my eyes shut as, shockingly, her lips made contact with my nipple. My immediate thought was that it wasn't enough for that scum to rape me, now his fucking girlfriend was getting in on the act. I abandoned myself to yet another violation. It didn't feel like that though. The feel of Goodie's soft lips and tongue on my nip, and the flat of her hand stroking the other one, was strangely soothing. With her other hand she stroked my belly with her fingertips, and I twitched with the unexpected beginnings of arousal.

I think that, after the sheer brutality of Paul's attacks on me, I welcomed, longed for, any sympathetic human touch. Despite my situation, in spite of my terror -- or perhaps because of it -- I actually felt myself getting turned on as Goodie's hand slipped between my legs. My pussy was tender from the treatment Paul had given it, and she didn't poke or pull at me. She just stroked her fingers across my slit, again and again. Then her mouth left my boob and I felt her tongue slip between my vulva, licking me gently. I could hear a growl rising in my throat, and my legs wrapped around Goodie's back. 

For the first time in days my stomach was churning with lust rather than fear. As she began to enjoy my taste Goodie scooped her hands under my bum and lifted me to her, pressing harder against my slit as she lapped at me. It was starting to hurt but I didn't want her to stop. Boys had gone down on me, but they were amateurs compared to this woman's gold medal performance. It felt as if my insides were beginning to boil, and I screamed and bucked as the biggest orgasm of my life swept over me, making my eyes bulge and my bruised pussy throb painfully. As the tremors ceased I burst into tears and Goodie hugged me, kissing my face gently and stroking my belly with the flat of her hand.

When I'd calmed down a little, she rested her hand on my belly and said, "I'm sorry. I didn't know he was going to do this to you. He's behaving like a depraved animal."

I felt a moment of hope. I whispered, "If he's not here, you could let me go."

Goodie's eyes widened with fear, and she said, "I can't, he would kill me."

I shook my head. "You can come with me, my father'll protect us."

She laughed cynically. "Your father? You know what your father is doing? He's negotiating your fucking price! We asked for 250 thousand pounds, he said he'd give us one hundred thousand. It's thanks to your goddamn father that you're still here."

I tried not to believe it, but I knew it was exactly what my daddy would do. I could almost hear him: never accept the other guy's first offer. Dismissing that, I tried again. "Why do you stay here if you're so scared of him?"

Goodie turned soulful eyes to my face. "If I wasn't here, do you think he would wash you, cook for you? I stay to help you."

I felt myself beginning to cry tears of angry frustration. "Help me escape then, and we can both get away."

She stood, a flash of anger on her face. "I told you, no. I don't even have keys for the handcuffs. I'm sorry but no. Only your father can help you."

A couple of days later I was woken from a drowse by the light flashing on and Paul bustling in with a portable TV. "Her, darlin', you've made Crimewatch."

He plugged in the TV and switched it on and I stared in amazement at grainy black and white footage of a small figure walking along a dark street. The creamy smooth voice of the show's female Scottish presenter provided a commentary. "Tracey walked up and down the street several times. It appears she was waiting for someone. Who? Did you see her? This is the abduction itself -- the car, a grey Renault Espace, was stolen, and was found two days later burnt out on waste ground in Wandsworth." She gave the registration number. "Did you see anyone driving this car? Did you see it parked anywhere?"

My jaw dropped in disbelief as they cut to an interview with Jimmy Flynn, my so-called fucking boyfriend. Tearfully, he told someone off-camera, "Trace was supposed to meet me that night, but she didn't turn up. If she had, she'd be safe now. I'm so worried about her." Spineless, lying little turd. 

They then showed my parents, Daddy looking stoic, Mummy tearful. In a gruff voice, Daddy said, "Someone out there knows who's holding our daughter. Please, get in touch with the police, anonymously if you like. But I'm offering a reward of ten thousand pounds for information leading to her safe return."

Paul snapped the set off with a whoop. "Well, ten grand, eh darlin'? So that's what you're worth to Daddy." I barely resisted as he raped me again, then I lay sobbing bitter tears of defeat through the night.

The next morning Goodie came in again, dressed in a bathrobe. She dropped it to the floor and was naked beneath it. Her breasts were smaller than mine, pointing upwards with tiny brown nipples, unlike my big red spongy ones. She licked her way down my body, and brought me to another painful orgasm. Then she pressed her nipple to my lips and breathed "Please, liebchen." I opened my mouth and sucked her breast in. She began to rub her pussy against my thigh, and I could feel it was wet. After a few minutes she whispered, "Will you suck me? Please?" I'd never had any interest in women sexually, but I wanted her to stay with me, I wanted her warmth against my skin, so I nodded. 




Kidnap



She knelt astride my face and pushed her pussy down onto me. It was a kind of pinky-brown colour, her brown hair stopping short of her vulva. The position was difficult with my hands unavailable, but she placed a hand under my head and lifted me to her, the other hand supporting her on the bedstead as I sunk my tongue into her. She was very wet, and her pussy had the fragrance of a flowery soap. I licked her for several minutes, and she began to writhe her hips backwards and forwards on my face as she came with a series of groans. My face was soaked with her juice and she licked it from me, then kissed me, her tongue stroking mine.

That same day, in the evening, I was woken by an argument outside the door. Paul roared, "Fucker! Arrogant bag of shit!"

Goodie seemed to be crying, and wheedled "Paul, you can't, it's not her fault."

I heard the sound of a slap, then Paul snarled, "She's seen us you stupid bitch. You can't honestly have thought we could let her go."

I tried to sit up as the door slammed open and the light flicked on. Paul bustled into the room, a murderous look on his face, closely followed by Goodie, a hand pressed to one cheek. In Paul's hand was a large pair of what I thought were bolt cutters. He stomped over to the bed and snapped incoherently. "Your fucking father....he....bastard! Well, let's see if sending you back to him in pieces changes the fucker's mind!"

He reached above me and I craned my neck up and watched in terror as he positioned the blades of the bolt cutters either side of one of my fingers. I screamed and began to cry and beg him. As I squeezed my eyes tight shut and waited for the sickening crack of metal on bone, Goodie screamed, "Paul, no, please.!"

He paused, looked from me to her and back, then with a wordless roar hurled the implement into a corner and stormed from the room. Goodie followed him, and I think I passed out.

Sometime later, I felt myself being shaken awake. I saw Goodie's silhouette against the light from the ceiling. She was holding the bolt cutters and, as she reached over my head, I thought for one heart-stopping moment that she was going to complete what Paul had started. I yelped as I heard a sharp click, then realised that one of my arms was free. Goodie leaned across and cut the chain linking the two halves of the other cuff. As she worked, she muttered, "We go now. We stay, he kills you and probably me too. We go, he comes after us. We have no choice."

As I sat up, trying to rub blood back into my arms, I felt very confused. "Where is Paul?" I asked Goodie. I noticed she had the beginnings of a black eye.

Pulling me to my feet she said, "I hit him. While he was asleep. I don't know how badly I hurt him." She helped me into a tracksuit, far too big for me, and my own trainers, then led me through the bedroom door into a short dingy corridor. With exaggerated caution she undid the security chain on a front door and began to ease the door open. At that moment there was a low male groan from the room opposite the one where I'd been held. Goodie gave a sob of fear, grabbed my hand and we ran. I noticed I was on a sort of concrete parapet running past a number of front doors to flats in a multi-storey block. Most of the flats seemed to be boarded up. We clattered down three flights of steps to the ground, then ran across an open area towards a row of shops. We burst through a doorway and Goodie gasped to the occupant, a very surprised Indian takeaway owner, "Please, call the police."

To cut a long story short, the boys in blue found Paul slumped on his bedroom floor, a bloodied wound on his head. There was plenty of evidence -- the half handcuffs matching mine on the bed, my clothes stuffed into a cupboard, and Gudrun Reichs, as I found her name was, gave a full statement about Paul's abuse of me. She asked to speak to me alone, and said, "You will give evidence for me, yes? That I was his captive too, bullied into doing what he wanted. Maybe your father's lawyer can do a deal for me?"

I took a deep breath. "I'll tell the truth. How you helped abduct me, you chloroformed me, you stood by and did nothing while he assaulted me, over and over, you ignored ample opportunities to get help for me and only helped me to escape when it looked like he was going to kill us both."

Goodie stared at me in shock, he lower lip trembling. "But Tracey, liebchen, I looked after you, I cared for you...I helped you to escape."

I spat my answer at her. "You didn't do enough. Bitch!"

I haven't spoken to my father for a while now. He's put a huge amount of guilt money in a bank account for me, but I haven't touched it. With the newspaper exclusive, the book advance, the TV and radio interviews, I don't need it. I've started studying rape counselling so I can help other women. I'm not carrying Paul's child, thank God. Apparently his sperm count is so low you only need to use the fingers of one hand. I've been receiving regular therapy in the three months since it all happened, but the nightmares haven't gone away yet; I'm not sure if they ever will. But when I wake crying and screaming in the night, Andy's there to hold me and kiss me and reassure me. That's Andy as in Andrea. She's an aerobics instructor, ten years or so older than me. I don't think my experience with Goodie has turned me gay, but I'm off men at the moment. Andy's just as good at eating pussy as Goodie, her snatch tastes a lot sweeter, and she gives me all the love, affection, support and satisfaction I need right now.



Kidnap



Disclaimer It's set in Yorkshire England not Cali-Fucking-Fornia, Inner Merica and its got real dialogue so if you don't like the F word don't read it.

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She was feisty little thing, struggle, oh did she ever struggle, wriggling, squirming, kicking out even when we got her inside the van, oh and the lungs oh her, it was a good job it was raining or we would have had the entire neighbourhood chasing after us, but in the end we had her down on the carpet in the back of the van with her hands and feet tied and a clean duster strapped in her mouth with a bungee cord and then we could rest.

"Phew," kidnapping is no picnic, I got away just about unscathed but Alan was crouching clutching at his groin..

"She got me where it hurts!" he protested.

"Good job she don't wear heels!" I joked, but it wasn't funny, I was sweating, and shivering all at once, sweating from the exertion and shivering with fear, it's all very well planning something sat in the pub but at 6.30 p.m. on a November evening in a Bradford suburb everything seems very different.

"Bloody hell mate, we done it!" Alan suddenly gasped, "It worked, Johno it worked!"

"So far so good," I agreed, "I suppose we had better get going."

It all started a few weeks before, Al was my mate from way back, you know school, I guess we were the only white boys in our class, not that that made any difference, kids is kids, most of the kids were Pakistani's and the ones that weren't were Indian and they were always scrapping, then we got older, of course we never got any special tuition or anything, so come sixteen we left school with a few useless GCSEs and went to work.

I ended up working on the building sites, and Alan had a few jobs, we stayed mates, then I started dating his sister, Julie, well she stated tagging along with us, you understand, we sort of kissed and that, and that's about all, couldn't take liberties could I, not with me mate's sister.

See the money wasn't too bad and when I passed me car test I got the van, Ford Transit, 1600cc petrol R reg that's 21 years old, I wasn't flashy but it was wheels an there's three seats and plenty of room in the back and we had plans.

Khan wrecked my plans though, they had the corner shop down the corner of Rotherham street and Jervis Street, and that's where Julie got a part time job.

She changed just about overnight, I never realised Khan was screwing her, not till she started getting fat, "Your getting fat love," I said one night when I called for Al, "You want to come down chip shop or you dieting?"

She burst into tears, "I'm having a baby you dork," she says just right out.

Al looked amazed, "You old bastard!" he grinned, "Kept that quiet!"

I guess he saw the look on my face, see Julie and me, we never, you know, did it.

"What happened," he joked, "Johnny split?"

He must have realised the way I looked at her, but she said it.

"It's not Johnny's," she says, "It's Khans's"

"What fucking Ghengis?" Al asked, and she nodded her head.

"Johnny," she says, "Sorry."

"You having it?" I asked.

"They must have been," Al laughed, It wasn't funny, Julie looked at me with her sad brown eyes.

"I got some cash saved," I said.

"Too late," she says, "Khan's dad said he'd pay but it's too late." she said quietly, "What do you think John, we could get a council flat." I guess the look I gave her put the kybosh on that pretty quick smart.

"Ok then," she says, "You could at least break a few of his bones and make him marry me."

"Sounds good to me!" Al says. I just stared, a few hours before I was sort of planning getting a place with Julie maybe having a kid, but this!

I always thought she would rumble that me and Sandra Jessop, that's Stan Jessop's missus, him who runs Jessops on the trading estate for his old man, anyway Sandra and me was having it off I thought Julie would find out and dump me but Jesus this was something else.

I went home, Al came round later, "We got to sort these lot out," he says.

"That's racist," I pointed out.

"Get his bloody stuck up sister up the duff," he says.

"Look they aren't allowed out, they probably get married to their uncle when they're ten ." I pointed out.

"Nah Cousin when their eighteen!" he explained, "From Bungla Desh."

"Too right," I agreed, "Want a beer?"

As it happened Dad had been at my Newcastle Brown again so we ended up sharing a tin of out of date Carlsberg.

"Don't seem right," Al said, "Them shagging our birds while theirs is locked up at home."

"No," I said.

"Wants teaching a fucking lesson." he said.

"Yeah but there's Ghenghis, and that big bastard, and the gay one and," I said and I realised I hadn't a clue which was which out of them."

"The sister was in our class Amina," he said, "How'd they like it if we got her up the duff?"

"What fuck her?" I asked.

"Yeah lock her up and fuck her bareback till she's up the duff," he said with a mixture of blind stupidity and anger.

"Just fuck her and send her home all fucked," I suggested.

"Yeah, pissed out of her skull with fucking stuff leaking out her twat and he knickers in her gob." Al said, "Fuck I got a hard on just thinking about it."

"Hey too much information!" I protested, "We need to suss this out."

We got the table footie out after that when the Scalextric wouldn't go and sort of forgot it.

Now as it happened I saw this bird in a headscarf most nights when I did overtime, she seemed to be coming from the college and sometimes she was by the Khan's shop, never any further and after the Julie incident I realised it was Amina, I did a U turn next time I saw her and went back just to make sure, and then I watched in the mirrors as she went in the shop.

"We could just snatch her off the street," I said, to Al that night in the Eight Bells. "No fucking about, long as it was dark, wet preferably, nobody around like." 

"Rather stab fucking Ghenghis," Al said.

"More fun fucking the little bitch," I told him.

"Yeah, I suppose." he says.

So we done it, I missed me overtime, picked Al up and we went and found her on one of them little streets just this side of the railway, it was a piece of cake I just parked up and we waited and when she come along I grabbed her from behind with my hand across her mouth and Al grabbed her as well and we shoved her in the van through the sliding door on the side.

She got in a couple of good kicks in on Al's bollocks but she didn't get me, I had a new bit of carpet on the floor and so we just shoved her in the van and got the old duck tape out and bound it round her ankles and wrists.

She was feisty little thing, struggle, oh did she ever struggle, wriggling, squirming, kicking out, even when we got her inside the van she was trying to kick the sides, it was a good job it was raining or we would have had the entire neighbourhood chasing after us, but in the end we had her down on the carpet in the back of the van with her hands and feet tied and a clean duster strapped in her mouth with a bungee cord and then Al could rest while I climbed out and went round and sat in the driving seat and drove down the industrial estate

Al had he stripped down well when I climbed in the back again, all them silky asian robe things were round her waist and her bra was hanging off her wrists by its straps and her pants were round her ankles and she looked mighty pissed off.

"She kicked me in the fucking balls," Al said, "Bitch."

"You want first poke?" I asked.

"No, you can," Al offerred.

She did not want to get fucked, no way but she didn't have anything to stop me with, not now she was all tied up, the only thing was we couldn't get her legs apart so Al wrenched her feet up by her ears so that I could get at her that way, and with some more tape she wasn't calling the shots anymore.

We had to get the tape off her ankles and bind her knees to her elbows so we could get her spread nice and wide and then I dropped my pants and climbed aboard.

Christ was she tight, of course she hadn't been fucked before, and she didn't want me in there but did she ever put up a struggle, banging against that bloody membrane, I nearly let Al have a go but then it went and I went right in her, whoosh, "You're fucked now bitch!" I told her, she was trying to scream, but the rag was stopping her, but at least she was warm because the cold was giving me goose bumps on my ass.

Her eyes were like saucers, staring at me, she was all dark, dark hair, darkish skin, dark nipples all straining, and then she starts choking.

I wanted her fucked not dead so I undid the bungee cord and dragged the rag from her gob, "Ahhhgggghhh," she wailed.

"She's fucking cumming you bastard!" Al says, and do you know she was all quivering and shaking just like she cummed.

It put me right off my stroke, so I started to cum as well, "No, no, not inside me, no, please!" she begged the stupid little bitch.

"Too late darling you're fucked." I told her. "Whew."

She stared at the van roof, "And now," she said, "What now?"

"Want a go Al?" I asked.

"Your all right Johnno," he said.

"Seems a shame," I said, "She's a half decent fuck mate."

"Nah," he says, "Don't fancy it now."

"Fuck her ass then," I suggested, "Your always on about tight asses."

"No please you cannot!" she wailed, so I gagged her again, rag in her mouth held with duck tape.

"Fucking can what you reckon Al?" I asked.

"I dunno," he says, "I never done that," he admitted. 

"So give it a go," I said, "We got Jonnies and KY." 

I took a tube of KY jelly and started greasing up her ass, she didn't like it one bit, but there wasn't much she could do about it, "You wanna give it a go?"

"Yeah," he said, "Why not, she nutted me so why not."

He had his denims off and his tool really swelled, you know, course I'd never seen his tool like stood up, not ever, but it was real strange when he dragged on a Durex and shoved the end at her tight brown bud.

Hell did she squirm, I never saw anyone squirm like it and I reckon that that's why he got inside of her at all because it took half a dozen attempts at least, and it was only when he got real mad that he got in there at all, it must have hurt because she started spiling tears, "Hey Al," I said lift her up we can double team her."

"What?" he asked.

"Like on Electric blue," I said.

"Fuck that, that's actors." he said, "This is fucking boring."

"So hotch up," I said and gave her a tug by the hair.

"Fucking hell Johnno," Al says, "That's kinky."

"It's on Electric blue." I told him.

"Yeah go on then," he said.

It took a bit of doing twisting her around and that but the Transit had a high roof and Al sort of grabbed her from behind and with his cock like a handle in her he sort of yanked her back and I just shoved my meat in her again, this time it just went straight in but I could feel Al's cock against mine through her cunt wall.

"Fuck Johnno, I can feel your fucking cock," Al said.

"I bet she feels totally fucking fucked now, what you think darling?"

She was gasping, making the duck tape bulge out and in, so I sort of peeled it away a bit so she could breathe, "Oh fucking hell," she said, "You'll split me in half!" she complained, except she didn't seem so cross as she had before, "Oh fucking hell," she said, "Oh no," and You could feel she had lost it and she was cumming, of course that set me off and then afterwards the I pulled out and Al was still busy fucking her ass, gee the stamina of that guy.

"Your friend, can you ask him to stop," she gasped.

"No, fuck you," I said, "Fucking put up with it OK."

"You're horrible." she said.

"So is your fucking brother," I said, "Fucked my bird, Al's sister," I told her, "Got her up the fucking duff, well bitch you can fucking tell your fucking brother he don't piss with Johnny Parfit."

"Or Alan Mount," Al added, "You don't fuck with me either or my sister." he said and he gave he a couple of mighty big thrusts and grunted, "Fuck you bitch, Oooohhrrrr, fuck!"

Al pulled out and dragged the shit streaked Durex off his cock and chucked it in the far corner.

"Oi!" I shouted, "Mind my van!"

"Fuckin hell Johnno that was fucking ace," Al said with this great big stupid grin on his face as he wiped himself on a piece of rag and dragged his boxers and Jeans back up.

"Now what?" She piped up, "What are you going to do with me?"

"Oh, I dunno," I said, "We just had some fun, didn't we Al?"

"Sure did!" Al agreed, "Till you got all silly after we done it."

"All nice and consequential," I told her.

"The word's 'Consensual'," she said, "And I never consented, you raped me," she added, "No way was that consensual, absolutely not, no way."

"Your word against ours, one against two," I said, "Who do you think coppers will believe"

"Yeah Uncle Tony is in CID," Al added.

"Police, no, no police, please." she said.

"What?" I think Al and I both said about the same time.

"My dad will kill me you idiots," she said.

"Right," I laughed, "No pocket money for a week?"

"No," she said, "Kill, and he'll kill you too, but mainly they'll kill me."

"Right," I agreed.

"I saw all this on Telly," Al said, "They do it in London, these lot."

"Shit Al," I said, "Really?"

"Arranged marriages all that crap," he said.

"Really?" I asked as I did my belt up, "Not here surely?"

"You idiots!" she snapped, "Oh no!"

We stared at her, "I'm supposed to." she clammed up.

"What?" I asked, "An arranged marriage?"

"Who gives a fuck?" Al asked, "Just tell her to fuck off OK?" 

"Better give her a lift back mate," I said, "It's on the way."

I left them in the back and climbed in the cab, and drove back towards her place, Al kicked her out about a hundred yards away and then we got a few tins from the off license and a couple of curries and went round my place to watch the match on Sky.

We half expected the pigs round, but nothing happened not for about three weeks.

It was about the first week of December, it was a Friday, I got in, "Here some girl called for you," Mum said, "Darkie,"

"What?" I asked.

"Pretty little thing, Indian probably," she added, "Left you a note." she handed me an envelope, even I could see she had steamed it open.

"What's it say?" I asked.

"How should I know?" she said, I sort of pointed where the flap was still wet, "Oh well she's up the spout, want's a few quid to lose it."

"Really?" I asked.

"Looks a smart girl," Dad chipped in, "Better that your usual class of slapper."

I opened the note, "Need an abortion," It said, "Ring me," and a mobile number. 

I rang her, "I can't talk now," she said, "Meet me at the Library, noon tomorrow," she insisted.

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I went to the Library, she was there, long skirt, headscarf, jacket, all covered up, all nervous. "You came!" she said sort of surprised.

"Yeah, what's this?" I asked.

"Can we go somewhere?" she asked.

"Yeah, I got the van, come on," I said and she followed me out of the Library and across to the van.

She got in, stuck her seat belt on and said, "I'm pregnant!"

"Yeah right," I agreed, "Bollocks you are you're trying to blackmail me."

"No, no!" she protested, "No I missed my period," she said, "I just need a few hundred pounds."

"Then have the kid," I said "Fuck you." 

"No!" she exclaimed.

"See you can't fuck me about bitch." I told her, "I'll take you home."

"Oh no, My Father will," she said.

"Yeah, heard it all before," I said, "I got a mattress in the back, how about it?"

"What!" she said outraged.

"In the back," I said, "Maybe we could go up on moors?"

"You will pay, if we do, pay for me?" she asked anxiously.

"What pay for a fuck?" I asked.

"Yes, if I fuck with you again will you pay for my operation?" she asked.

"No," I said, "No I wont."

"You are honest at least," she admitted, "Take me to the moors there I shall persuade you."

"I don't have the cash anyway," I admitted, and I saw the tears forming, "Sorry."

"I, don't know what to do." she exclaimed, so I started the van and headed out of town, I drove for a few miles, up into the hills and when there was a decent view I pulled up in a gateway and stopped the engine.

"Right, so lets get this straight," I told her, "You don't get a penny from me."

"My Father will kill me," she said, "It's your fault!" she went to hit me but I grabbed her wrist.

"No," I said, "It wont work."

"Damn you!" she said and climbed out of the door and went to run away, but I was too quick I got her around the waist before she got more than about a few yards and I dragged her back to the van, I opened the back doors and bundled her in and pulled them shut behind us.

"You have a bed in here?" she said, asking a question when it was obvious.

I turned the inside light on, it was cold in there, but with a mattress and some blankets, well.

"You are going to rape me again," she said, "Aren't you?"

"Fuck you yes, but you want it as much as me," I said, "Don't you?"

"No!" she protested but she wasn't serious, it was in her eyes.

"Get your kit off." I told her.

She looked at me, sighed and started to take her scarf off, then her jacket and she put everything neatly to one side, and when she was in her under-things she pulled the blankets back and lay down.

I peeled my boots and jacket and my denim jeans off and I slipped under the sheets with her.

"Do you feel my belly swelling?" she asked, "It is yours," she said.

I had my thumbs in the waistband of her panties and hauled them down, she shivered, or was it shuddered, and I got my boxers off and rolled on top of her, "No," she said.

"Fuck you," I said, "You knew you was getting fucked when you got in so fucking shut up," i told her.

"You're so romantic," she said sarcastically, "Go on then, get it over." she spread he lags a bit, "And get your shirt off so I can feel your chest," she said as she pulled my tee shirt over my head.

Next thing her bra was off and she was holding me tight, "Fuck me then," she said.

"Christ, you fucking want it?" I gasped.

"So?" she said, "Why not?" she paused, "Richard fucks a different girl every week so why not me, why shouldn't I?"

Gee she was all hot and wet and wow, I just slipped right in her, "Mmmm," she said, "Do the English girls lie and say they like you poking them?" she asked, "Do you like me pretending?" she asked.

"You fucking bitch," I said, "Your fucking hot for me aren't you?"

"No," she lied, "No, no really, no Nooooo ohhhhh." I just crushed her to me and she gasped again.

"See you want it don't you?" I asked.

"No!" she wailed, "I don't love you." she said.

"Not me fucking, you like fucking right?" I asked, and she looked so fucking miserable, stuck on the end of my cock looking miserable, "Fuck!" I exclaimed, "It's just a fuck cheer up."

She looked real miserable. 

"Ok its a great fuck now cheer up you daft bitch." I admitted.

She smiled shyly.

"Lets fucking kiss you then," I said and I grabbed her cheeks and snogged her as I fucked her, real mouth on mouth fucking snogging, fucking hell she really started going for it, sucking my face raking my back with her nails and then I lost it and started pumping spunk up her.

"Ohhhhh," she gasped "Thank you!"

"It's all right baby," I said, I held her, my cock was shrinking in her as I held her, "It's OK." I said and then I held her tight in the warmth under the blankets on the mattress in my Ford Transit van.

"That was a fucking good fuck." I told her.

"So you will pay for the operation?" she asked.

"Fuck that," I said, "You could always move in round our house,"

"My father will kill us." she said.

"Like to see him fucking try," I said all cocky like.

"Oh the big man now are we," she asked, but somehow my semi was swelling again, "No.that was not what!" she said but I was snogging her face again, "No!" she protested, but I started to hump her again and pretty soon she was just giggling and gasping and we was really going for it.




Kidnap



I rolled off her when I cum, "Fancy some fish and chips?" I asked, "Before we tell me mum about the kid?"

"Do you love me?" she asked.

"I love fucking you," I said, "Will that do?"

"For now," she admitted, "Hold me please." It seemed strange her wanting me to hold her but I held her close again for a minute or so.

"What do you reckon then?" I asked.

"It's better with the mattress and blankets." she said, "And just the two of us."

I pulled her close to me again, "Shall we get some kip," I said, "I'm knackered."

"Mmmmm," she said, "Yes."

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She wasn't fucking joking about her family, she rang her mam from ours and they was round within half an hour, that Richard the one as we called Ghenghis that screwed Als sister and the thick one came around shouting the odds with her dad left out in the car.

My dad said they could keep a civil tongue or fuck off, and when Ghenghis pulled a flick knife I knee capped him with an old half shaft out of a spare van axle I kept handy, bang on the knee cap then up under the chin and down he went like a sack of spuds, the thick one came in next but I whacked him across the forehead with the same half shaft and he never knew what hit him, and then as her old man sat in the car I carried the thick one out unconscious while Amina helped the "Richard" one to the car and then we had her dad in for a chat.

He looked pretty worried, "Amina we made commitments," he said, "It is the family honour!"

"Oh yes, marry your brothers idiot son," she said, "No way."

"Yeah you heard the lady," I said.

"John will marry me," she said.

"Yeah I agreed," before I realised what I was saying, "Then you can't marry that Cousin."

"You come and stay with us love," me Mam said, "We got a spare room." she said like an imbecile because all Amina needed was space in my pit.

"That' settled then John," Dad said, "Or you want the taste of Ford propshaft like them other clowns?"

"It's a half shaft dad," I corrected.

"No, I shall explain, come Amina." her dad insisted.

"Oh no," I said, "I'll be round for her stuff in the morning."

He stared in disbelief but he went away and that was that.

Mum lent Amina a nightdress, but she didn't need it did she? and next day we went round for her stuff, they wasn't very amenable at first but when Al and his dad came round with my dad they soon changed their tune, not that I had much time for the stuff Amina brought, "Get some jeans," I told her, "Summat you looks good in," so we went down Asda -Walmart and hit the plastic.

She looks great in a miniskirt, nice and suntanned in winter, she has to keep out the sun in summer or else she looks like a Nigerian but otherwise....

Oh and that Richard one well when Al's dad saw how well set up Richard was he had this notion as if he fancied Julie he might as well marry her, and now he'd had a taste of half-shaft he wasn't arguing, it's funny how things work out.