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Abducted

By: TalentedMistress



She had to work late and as she finished the last of her work, she glanced at the clock. "Oh my", she exclaimed softly as she saw it was past midnight. Packing up her things she turned out the lights in the office and took the elevator to the parking garage. She was not unduly worried as she had often worked this late. Her main concern was to get home and sleep. She had been working too many late nights this past month.

As she exited the elevator and starting walking to her car, she was thinking only of the drive home. Rummaging in her bag she looked for her keys, finding them she stopped momentarily. That's when she heard footsteps. Looking around she tried to see where they were coming from, but could see nothing, nothing but shadows. She wondered to herself if the garage was always this dark, then started walking quickly to her car. Without warning she was pulled back by her hair. She let out a shriek before she felt a cloth across her nose and mouth, and smelt the cloying sweetness on the cloth. Her last thought before blacking out was. "Why me???"

Sometime later, she came around, her mouth dry and her head mussy. She tried to sit up only to discover her hands and feet were bound, she looked around and saw she was tied to a bed, her hands at her sides and feet together. Once she realised her situation she screamed. All she heard was the echo. She screamed again, and again, hoping someone would hear. It may have been minutes or hours she had no way of knowing, but her throat raw from calling for help, and exhausted from trying to get out of her bonds, she fell into a light doze. Moments later she heard the sound of a key in the lock, and feigning sleep she waited. She felt the side of the bed depress, and felt the brush of fingertips across her face. A deep rumbling voice close to her ear, "No need to pretend with me my sweet," the voice said, "I have heard you calling and as you have only just quietened down I know you cannot be asleep". The man tangled a fist in her hair and pulled her head around to face him. She winced with pain and then opened her eyes to look at him. 

He was just a shadowy figure, the light was behind him. She licked her lips to moisten them before she spoke, and as she did so she noticed his eyes following the movement of her tongue. As her mouth opened to speak, his head descended and captured her mouth in a crushing kiss, stealing the breath from her body. As his head raised she let out a sound of indignation. A squeak of protest. He merely laughed. "What do you think you are doing?" she asked, but as it only came out as a whisper she flushed. His large hand caressed her cheek, then ran down the side or her neck, closing around her throat. "Little one do you know how easily I could snap your neck??" he enquired. Her went wide at his words, the fear evident in them. "Do not fret, I will not harm you yet. I have plans for you first." His hand released her throat and moved to the front of her blouse, with a tearing motion he ripped it apart, revealing a luscious pair of breasts, full and round with pink tipped nipples. He took one in his hand and squeezed it, as if it were fruit he was feeling. The squeeze got tighter till she gasped in pain. Then he took the now hardened nipple and pinched it, once more eliciting a gasp of pain. He hand moved to her other breast and once more squeezed till it caused her to cry out. Then he squeezed and pinched both together, chuckling as her heard her cries of pain. He let go and she took in deep breaths, feeling the pain recede. 

Before she had time t think she felt a sharp sting across her breasts. She raised her head to look and saw what looked like a whip in his hand. A hand raised to strike again. There was fear in her voice as she pleaded him not to hit her again. He seemed not to hear at first as the whip came down across her breasts again. A tear leaked out of her eye as the whip struck. "You wish me to stop so soon??" he asked. "But I have just begun. You will soon beg for me to whip you." "N-no. I will never beg for that. I don't like pain." she replied. He thrust a hand under her skirt and inside her panties. His long finger crudely found her pussy and pushed inside. With a shout of triumph, he withdrew his finger and held it to her face. "Not like pain?" he asked, "Then madam pray tell why are you so hot and wet??" She looked at his finger wet with her juices and coloured in embarrassment. "I have no answer for that," was all she could say. Closing her eyes she knew that what he said was true, she had felt her juices start to flow from the first sting of the whip, but she would not give him the satisfaction of knowing how aroused she had become. Her mind refused to accept that she was anything but afraid, he had been taken against her will by a stranger, and was now being forced to endure untold indignities. 

As her mind struggled to make sense of the situation she felt the whip as it struck her breasts again, only this time a little harder than before. She bit her lip to stop from crying out, but still a muffled sound escaped. Again and again the whip descended till her breasts were one mass of pain. Just as she thought she could stand no more the whipping stopped. She was sobbing quietly by now, proud that she had kept relatively quiet. The only other sound she could hear was the man's steady breathing. She felt her ankles being untied and she thought he was going to let her go, this was a madman who had had his fun and was now done. How foolish were those thoughts. Before she was able to kick out with her feet, she found her legs being spread wide, the left one still with the rope around it was being pulled and then fastened to the bedpost. Something inside her rebelled and she kicked with the right. Hearing a grunt of pain she kicked again, but this time only finding air. He grabbed her flailing leg roughly and secured it to the other post. She slumped defeated for now. Wondering what more he could do. She did not have to wonder for long. Without missing a beat his hands reached for her panties and tore them from her body. There she was spread out with all on her show, her shirt ripped open and her skirt around her waist.

"Now you will be punished for that kick," he growled. He began to hit her pussy and clit with the whip, gently at first then harder, not enough to draw blood but enough to cause pain. With each stroke she let out a cry, she began sobbing as the strokes got harder, soon she was begging him to stop. This time after one last stroke he stopped. Her breasts and pussy felt like they were on fire, she squirmed against her bonds trying to find release from the pain. His breathing increased, to short pants as he watched her frantic movements. Seeing a woman like this was not new to him and it always excited him, he knew from experience just how to prolong his pleasure and their pain before sending them over the edge. Not the edge of madness, but the mind blowing experience of orgasm. He watched for a minute more then judged she was ready for the next phase. Slowly he dripped ice cold water over her breast. He watched as the nipple hardened to a tight peak and then took it in his mouth. He sucked and gently bit the nipple, at the same time dribbling the cold water over the other breast. His mouth moved to suck and bit that one. Her sobbing had lessened and he could hear soft moans intermingled. He grinned to himself. Taking the water he dripped it over her beaten pussy, he cold liquid taking some of the sting away. She released her breath with a shudder, and her hips lifted off the bed as if seeking more.

He moved to between her legs and surveyed his handiwork, already he could see the bruising and a small part of him felt guilty, but only for a moment. As he inspect her pussy he could see how wet she was, a sure sign that she had been excited by the beating. Parting her lips slowly, he gazed upon her hole, all glistening with her cream, just waiting for him to taste. Moving closer he reached out with his tongue and licked her wet slit, one long lick. She almost sighed at the soft touch. He licked more, probed her inner recess with his tongue, tasting and drinking her, his breath warm. AS he moved to nibble on her clit he thrust a finger inside her. This time when she gasped it was from pleasure not pain, her hips thrusting up wanting more inside her. He bit and sucked her clit as he slid another finger inside, working both fingers in and out. "Oh God!!" he heard her cry. Raising his head he watched her face as he slid a third finger inside her and began pumping them in and out, hards and fast. Her eyes were closed, her head thrashing from side to side, her hips pushing. A fourth finger was inserted, he pushed hard testing to see if he could fuck her with his fist. She was tight and he reconsidered, this time. With a small smile on his face he decided that next time he would fist her, and he knew there would be a next time. She was too responsive to him to just walk away when he was finished.

His fingers still fucking her pussy he once more took her clit in his mouth and bit, not too hard but enough to make her juices flow more, they were covering his face and he drank them in. He noted the change in her breathing could here her breaths becoming shallow, the muscles in her pussy began tightening around his fingers, he knew she was close, very close. "Please," he heard her beg, "please release me, I need to cum!". Slipping a finger out of her pussy he placed it at her anus and pushed, it was so wet with her cum that it slid in easily. He was now fucking her pussy and ass with his hand, her moaning was loud, "OMG!" she cried out, then silence for a second or two. Then with a huge shudder and shaking she screamed out her pleasure as the orgasm hit, wave after wave, she flooded his hand and still he kept pumping away wanting it to last for her. When he felt the inner contractions ease, he slid his hand out. He placed it to her mouth and commanded her to suck his hand clean. She did as he said and licked and sucked his fingers and hand, getting the taste of herself on her face and in her mouth. AS the pleasure ebbed her thoughts returned as she was mortified by what had just happened and began to cry. Gently he wiped the tears from her face, and she attempted to move away. She swore to herself that she hated this man, hated what he had done to her, but hated herself even more for the way he made her feel. She closed her eyes, but when his hand left her she felt like a par of her had just been taken away. She felt a soft cover being placed over her, and then heard the door open and close, the key turning in the lock.

For now he had gone, but she was still left tied and helpless, having no idea what else was in store. Her mind whirling and her body exhausted she fell into a fitful sleep...

Abducted



As I walked down the street, I had the sensation that I was being followed. I turned to look behind me but no one was there. I walked a little faster though just in case. I caught a glimpse of movement in the store window as I passed by but again, as I looked behind and expected the worst, there was no one. I continued down the street toward my house on Liberty Street. I was tired and all I could think about was a hot bath. There were two paths I could take to get home and I chose the shorter one that cut through Central Park. I hurried because it began to get dark and because I just couldn't shake the feeling that I wasn't alone. I began to breath easier as I made my way around the corner that would bring me to the edge of the park. There were enormous lilac bushes along the path, their fragrance filled the air and I felt good, almost home. As I rounded the last corner, something cold and hard slammed into my back.

"Don't make a sound!"

My stomach twisted into a knot and my heart sank. I tried to fight and then there was darkness.

When I awoke, I could not see anything and my head hurt. I could hear someone whispering in another room.

"I told you not to hurt her."

"Sorry man, she was struggling, I didn't want to get caught."

"Here, get outta here."

I could not see anything, there was something covering my eyes and I could not move. I was tied to some kind of chair or something. I thought I heard a door close and some one breathing heavily. The stranger in the room was closer now and I heard some rustling near me. 

Something cold was on my leg, scissors! He was cutting my clothes off! I tried to struggle as he slowly cut each piece of my clothing off but it was no use, I was tied securely. As my long skirt slid off, he began to cut my blouse. I was left in a bra, panties, thigh highs and shoes. He ran his hand down my neck, down between my breasts, down my abdomen, he pressed hard as his hand slid down into my panties and then lifted them a little. I felt the scissors slide up my leg again and clip my panties between them, then on each side. He took his time and I thought I could sense his excitement in my fear. The scissors slid up further and cut the center of my bra open. He set the scissors down and grabbed my breasts hard. He squeezed my nipples and I whimpered. He let go and picked something up. 

Once again, he pinched one of my nipples hard, I heard a snap and I flinched, he clamped it tight with something and did the same to my other one. They were aching and I was afraid. I was startled when my chair back was reclined a little, then whatever my legs were tied to moved open more, so far that my pussy lips parted a little and my ass was completely exposed. With each moment that passed, I grew more and more afraid. I wondered what I was tied to then, it wasn't an ordinary chair for sure. I was no longer sitting on a flat thing but more resting on two separate things. I was completely vulnerable in this position. I heard the door open and close again and I was left alone for what seemed like a long time. My nipples ached and I was cold. 

When he came back in the room, he didn't come to me right away. I heard noises but I couldn't figure out what he was doing. His footsteps came near and a warm slippery liquid was being poured on my stomach. It ran down into my pussy, it felt good but I didn't make a sound. He rubbed the liquid all over my pussy and then my ass. I hoped that he would not touch me there but I couldn't stop him. My seat back was raised up; I was sitting up straight now. 

He grabbed my mouth and held it open he shoved his enormous cock in and said, "Suck it bitch!" 

I had no choice. His cock was so big that I could hardly get my mouth around it and as he began to fuck my mouth, he got more excited and started to shove it down my throat. I couldn't even gag. I struggled to catch a breath whenever he pulled out far enough. As he fucked me, something brushed up against my pussy opening. It started to enter me, whatever it was, it was only about as thick as a finger, but both of his hands were on my head. I didn't know how much longer I could stand him fucking my mouth before I passed out. The thing inside of my pussy started to move too and I felt a sensation begin to build inside of me, I was being tortured and pleasured at the same time. He was fucking my mouth and throat so hard and fast now that I couldn't breathe. Then he jammed his throbbing cock all the way inside and down my throat and shot his load in me, I thought I was going to die and then I started to have and orgasm, I shuddered and as I finished he withdrew from my mouth and I gasped in the air I desperately needed. 

He tightened the clamps on my nipple and then left the room. I was aching and mad at myself for having an orgasm. After a long while, I was exhausted and I began to doze off but I heard the door again. He came over to me and poured more of the hot liquid on my pussy. I could feel him between my legs; he rubbed the head of his cock against the opening of my pussy and then jammed it in hard. I cried out, he was huge and it hurt! He held himself inside of me. He slowly withdrew and then rammed me again. My pussy was stretched to the max around his cock. He pounded me for a while then he stopped. 

I couldn't tell what he was doing. I felt something touch my ass and I begged him, " Please don't do this." I dreaded what he was going to do next. I felt the enormous head of his cock against my ass. "Please, Please don't do this," I begged. He grabbed my waist and pulled himself into me hard. I felt like I was splitting in two. He ground himself into my slippery ass and fucked me hard. His hard cock pumped faster and faster and then he slowed down, it was torture. He pulled his cock all the way out and then slammed it in again. He grabbed my bouncing tits and played with the clamps that squeezed my big round nipples. He kept pulling his thick cock out only to ram it in harder the next time. He was fucking my ass rougher and rougher and as he slammed into me for the last time, I felt his hot load pulsing into my tight, slippery ass. 

When he pulled out I was exhausted and I thought he would leave, as he had before. He walked a few steps and I think he pulled a chair out. Then someone straddled me and sat on my lap. It was a female. She pressed her breasts up against mine and rubbed my pussy with her own. This was unreal. Her skin was creamy soft and her breasts were full with hard nipples. She began to kiss my neck and worked her way down to my hard, pinched nipples. She licked the tips that poked out of the clamps. She tightened the clamps, then snapped one off and quickly sucked my nipple into her mouth. It felt wonderful! She licked my soft nipple in circles while she popped the other clamp off then went to work on the other one. She kissed her way down between my thighs and ran her hands down my thighs over my thigh-highs. 

I could feel my pussy getting wet and I could not believe a woman was making me feel this way. She slowly licked the edges of my pussy lips and darted her tongue inside lightly. Her tongue flipped softly across my clit a few times and she played gently at the wet opening with her fingers, as though they were running in place. Her hands were soft and I could feel and orgasm beginning to build. She slid one finger in, then two, she moved them expertly, slowly stretching them apart or turning them around or almost signaling to come to her. Before I knew it, I shuddered into an orgasm. 

She didn't stop though. She took her fingers out and was doing something while she was lapping my juices. I was in ecstasy! Her tongue glided all over my pussy. She wiggled her fingers a little while she licked and sucked my juicy pussy. She fucked me with her tongue. I was moaning loudly and I came so hard! When I finally stopped coming, she licked all of my juicy cum.

The stranger came over to me then and with out warning, slammed his meaty cock into my dripping pussy. She straddled me again and planted kisses down my neck while she played with my tits. He pulled out of me and then she moaned, he was fucking her pussy now while her clit rubbed back and forth against mine. Then he slammed back into me. He took turns fucking our juicy pussies until he squirted his load on us and rubbed it all over with his cock.

He left the room then and I could hear water running. She was humming as she came nearer to me. She began to give me a sponge bath. The hot soapy water felt so good. I was more tired than I could ever remember being. She washed my breasts first and as the water ran off my nipples, they got hard again. She took advantage of it and snapped the clamps on again. I winced and pleaded with her to take them off. She kept humming to herself as she washed my body. When she got between my legs, she played with my clit and fingered me while she washed. When I was done, she covered me with a silky sheet and left the room. After a while, I dozed off.

I awoke startled as my chair dropped suddenly and I landed with a cock inside of me, then another thick cock was stuffed into my pussy. Talk about a rude awakening! I opened my mouth in protest but instead I got a pair of tits. I sucked the perky nipples gently and kissed them, somewhat lost in the moment. I felt so full and was really beginning to like being fucked in the ass. I also wanted to thank this woman for the pleasures she gave me. 

It wasn't long before my holes were loaded with cum and the cocks were gone. The back to my chair dropped back and a pussy was thrust on to my face. I didn't want to do this and I tried to resist but she pressed down on my face so I began to lick her softly. Then I sucked her clit and flicked it with my tongue. I rather liked the taste of her sweet juice. I darted my tongue in and out of her pussy. I was really starting enjoy her when I heard a buzzing sound. Someone slipped something inside of her and she moaned in pleasure. I was teasing her pussy with my tongue and kissing it all over with my wet lips. 

I felt a slap on my pussy and jumped a little which drove me deeper into her. She pressed herself down harder on my face and then someone started licking my pussy again. I could not tell how many people were in the room with me. Someone grabbed my tits and played roughly with them, someone was teasing my pussy, and there was a pussy on my face! I lost track of all that I was feeling. This was so euphoric and my head was swimming. 

Someone else walked close and then another snap across my stomach. A whip maybe? Again across my already clamped tits. Again and again, as red welts appeared all over my creamy skin, I was whipped. Someone held my pussy open as the whip came down across my wet hole, and stung me again. My face was buried in a dripping pussy and I licked and sucked furiously while I was being tortured into a new height of ecstasy. She was squirming in my mouth nearly ready to come. I couldn't focus on anything, so much pleasure and pain and new sensation at once. Someone continued to whip me and then she started to come. Her juices splashed into my mouth, muffling my moans. I started to come with her in an explosion of extacy.

Everything stopped; I heard footsteps and then the door. The person left in the room fastened something around my neck, and then released my arms and legs. I was made to turn over onto my stomach and then my arms and legs were fastened again the thing around my neck was removed. I didn't struggle, I was too tired. I was positioned so that I was fully stretched and my chair had become flat like a table. 

I thought maybe I was going to be left to rest again but the crack of a whip across my ass told me otherwise. It made me flinch but it wasn't horrible. This person was standing very close and his hard cock brushed up against my lacy thigh highs. The soft leather whip continued to sting my body especially my ass and my stocking legs. He separated my legs and stood between them with his cock pressed against my opening. The whip cracked my ass hard and he slammed his cock into my pussy. He fucked me slowly while he whipped me. I moaned loudly and was breathing fast. I felt so much and my senses were overloaded. As he began to fuck me faster, he whipped me more, I was moaning loud and begging for no more, he started to ram me and with a final crack of the whip he came inside of me and the pulsing of his rod made me come too.

He walked away and after a few moments, came back. I couldn't possibly take anymore. He poured something hot all over my naked body, even over my thigh highs. The hot liquid was wonderful! He gently rubbed it all over me, taking his time. His hands were so soft as they covered every inch of me. My muscles ached and my mind swam. His hands were exquisite and skilled. As he worked his way down, he slowly slid each of my thigh highs off and when he finished, he fastened that thing around my neck again. 

My arms and legs were released. I was made to stand up and walk, which was difficult after being rammed for so long. I walked a short distance and stepped down into warm swirling water where I was made to sit. He straddled my lap and unfastened the collar around my neck. As he started to remove my blindfold, I was sure that if I saw him, he would not let me go. I was afraid of what he was going to do to me and I kept my eyes closed. My husbands tender voice whispered, "Look at me."

I nearly fainted as he gathered me in his arms and squeezed me. 

"How...who...were they?" I was so confused and relieved. He stepped out of the hot tub and across the room.

"No one you know, but I'll show you later." And he clicked the camcorder off.



Abducted



The night was dark, rainy, not much traffic, and a perfect night for abduction. Sarah normally never a worrier kept wishing the bus would hurry. 

The night seemed her enemy. Slowly a white van drove up the street, window down and pulled in across from her. “Hey Lady are we near Division?” asked a tall heavy set, scarred man. She pointed and said, “Two more blocks that way turn right. She felt the arm, grab her, and her feet leave the ground. She tried to yell, but they held something over her nose and mouth. When she awoke again, she was naked, blindfolded and tied flat on the floor of what she imagined was the white van.

She begged them to tell her what was happening, why her? All they did was laugh, that and torment her.

They hit her with a leather belt and a sharp whippy cane that made swooshing noises before it hit her. When they tired of that, warning her of what would happen if she bite them. They took turns using her mouth to get themselves off. Holding her nose when they came until she swallowed all the juices from their dirty smelly cocks.

After that, they raped her. She yelled and fought for awhile but all they did was laugh and beat her harder. Finally she just lay there and let them do whatever they wanted. This was a woman’s worst nightmare, but Sarah was brave and kept telling herself she would wait it out and then live to tell about it. She even nicknamed them in her mind, the whisperer, the grouch, and the baby for their characteristics as they raped and talked to her. She almost lost it, the first time they raped her ass, but held on to her sanity but repeating I lived through my marriage I can live through anything.

Suddenly she heard the crunch of gravel and felt the colder air, smelling of water. They were in the country and near water. She wondered if this was where she would die.

The van stopped and they dragged her into a house. It smelled unused; damp with the air of lonesome houses everywhere. They threw her on a cold sheetless mattress that stunk. The whisperer said “O.K. we’re done. There’s our money let’s get out of here.” She heard the baby talking to him and then they all laughed. Suddenly she heard three zippers and the panting of men who were masturbating themselves. She felt the cold glutinous mess hit her all at once from her hair to her face to her breasts and then down to her feet.  Finished they laughed “Let the bastard clean her up before he gets his.” She begged them to untie her, but all she heard was footsteps going down the stairs and the sound of a van being driven away. She was alone and finally she cried.

Suddenly she heard a low evil laugh, one she almost recognized. “How do you like the accommodations sweetheart, the voice asked?” Now she knew it was Bill her ex-husband.

“Bill, help me please.” He laughed. “You don’t get it do you. I’m the reason you’re here. Welcome to hell baby.”

“Why Bill? Can you tell me that?” She heard the whistle of the belt before it hit her. Across both breasts, she knew from the warmth that he had drawn blood. She tried to stay quiet but moaned at the pain.

“That was just a taste my darling love. Let me tell you about this weekend. Your perverted ex-husband is going to do all those things to you that until know were fantasy. When my weekend is finished, a man will arrive. He had paid me money for you. You will be going to Mexico to service poor laborers from the field until you wear out then frankly I don’t know what they do with you.”

She was speechless. “Cat got your tongue Sarah?” He laughed, “I never knew you not to have an opinion about something.”

He hit her with the belt again this time across her pussy. He spread her legs wide before hitting her with the buckle. She screamed in pain.

From this minute forward, your name is Bitch. You are not human; your Master is I. Do, as I desire, you will be rewarded to a certain degree. Disobey the punishment and me and pain will make you wish you had not. He took thick leather bindings and locked them around her neck, arms, and legs.

Finished he pulled her blindfold off. “I wantyou to watch as I deep throat your mouth. Touch me with a tooth or make me think your not doing your best and I will pull your teeth one by one until you do. Your new owner assures me he doesn’t care what shape your in when he arrives. Besides I hear a toothless blow job is something to really get you off.” He laughed and laughed.

He held her nose closed until she opened her mouth and then as she gasped for air, he pushed deep past her gag reflex and into her throat. When she would not suck him, he hit her until she did. When he came, he practically passed out; it was the hardest and the best cum of his life. He held his cock deep in her throat until she had swallowed it all. Pulled out and sweetly kissed her on the cheek and told her "Thank You" then he laughed and laughed.

He got up from the bed and opened his gym bag. Shoving the ten-inch dildo, he had removed from the bag into her throat. “Suck this it’s the only lubrication you will get.”

Wild eyed she sucked on it slobbering all over it. He pulled it out of her mouth and wiped it on his sleeve. “Oops forgot, oh while, your tough luck. He pushed her knees up and pushed it in one hard move into her ass. She screamed and screamed; even wet from the kidnappers and stretched it was more than she could handle. He split her skin and laughed at the sight of the blood.

“Just think how easy this would have been, if I loved you and cared if you were hurt.” Once deep inside, he plugged it in. “No batteries never runs down. Nice isn’t it?”

Now he got an even bigger one and shoved it deep into her pussy. “Have fun bitch, and he left.” She was having her first climax as he closed the door.

He went into the kitchen, which was lots cleaner and better provided for than any other room in the house. As he ate, he watched her climax repeatedly until it was not pleasure anymore but torture. Finally, she passed out from the overload. It was time for the next step.

He returned turned the toys off and attaching her arms to a pulley pushed a button and pulled her off the bed. Releasing her legs he pushed her up higher moved the bed and left her hanging on tiptoes.

She opened her eyes at the pain in her arms.                                                         
'Having fun yet?”

She didn’t answer and so he went to his bag and pulled out a whip. “Maybe this will help. She cringed away from him as his hand lightly caressed her skin setting herself to swinging.

With the dildoes turned on again, he methodically hit her. He continued to hit her as hard as he could swing muttering with each slap of the whip “This is for the boat, I had to sell. This is for my corvette, this is for that two bit apartment I now live in, this is for getting me fired.” Finally she was wet with blood and the small drops of blood were sparkling like dew on the morning grass. She finally passed out from the pain.

He left her alone as he took pictures then threw water laced with bleach to wake her up. He yanked out the dildo and pushed his cock deep into the ass she had always denied him.

“Oh, god yes that’s good even after those others you’re still hot and tight. I always knew it would be good.”

He pushed her higher so her feet were off the floor and let her swing each time she settled deeper on his cock. He could feel the orgasm building inside him. It would be the biggest best orgasm of his life. Just as he started to fill, her ass with his cum, a blinding flash of light made him close his eyes and a pain larger than life gripped his chest. “Christ no, not now,” he yelled out. “Please God, I have two more days but he didn’t and when his cock shriveled he fell to the ground beneath his ex-wife who was passed out above him.

Monday morning they arrived to take her away. He was dead and she almost was. Unfortunately for Sarah they revived her and she is off to her new life at far less cost to her captors then they imagined. Bill they left for whatever rodent desired him.



Abducted



Her heeled boots beat out an urgent tattoo on the sidewalk. She was on her way home from her weekly session with her drama coach. She felt pleased with herself, Gary, her coach, had stopped her only twice in the run through of her pieces for the following week’s examination. Hurriedly she made her way through the dark rain swept night, darting from street lamp pool of light to the next illuminated islet. “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players.” The words she said to herself but some she said out aloud. She paused to recall the next lines and the rhythms. ‘They all have their exits and their entrances, and one man in’  She was in a pool of light a car drew into the curb behind her, she walked on not even registering the opening of doors. “They all have their exits and their entrances, an one man in his time plays many parts. His acts …”

Something soft covered her face, muffling her words. Someone had hold of her arms. A sweet hospital smell assailed her nostrils. Then there was nothing …

As she succumbed to the drug, her legs crumpled. The two of her assailants who had got out of the car caught her, a third one held a roll of carpet. Moving with swift rehearsed actions the three unrolled the carpet and rolled the unconscious woman into it. They lifted the roll and slid it into the open tailgate of the waiting Volvo estate. Quickly the carpet roll was secured by tie-downs, hooked onto the load tie points. Two of her assailants squeezed into the back next to the rolled carpet, the third got into the front passenger seat. The driver put the car in gear, effortlessly the big car pulled away. In less than ninety seconds there was no trace of her on the street.

… The sweet antiseptic smell was still in her nostrils. Her mouth was dry. She opened her eyes and saw nothing only blackness. From the coolness of the air on her body she deduced that she was naked. When she tried to move she realized that she was tied down. The surface she lay on was soft and cool  a covered mattress. It was as if she was in a vacuum, a cone of silence then becoming aware of the slight discomfort in her ears she knew she was wearing earplugs.

Hands touched her body. Strong fingers toyed with her erect nipples - she could feel that they were hard calloused fingers. It was when she tried to resist an invading digit that she realized how open and exposed she was. Her legs had been tied wide apart and slightly elevated. She felt her abdominal muscles contract and spasm, a warm wetness boiled within her womb, and fluids flowed from her. Her head was tilted back - she knew that her soft throat was extended and vulnerable. 

She knew that her body was not hers to consciously control - she was in the control of her abductors, and in her lust she was reacting to the actions of her captors.

The fingers toying with her nipples began to squeeze and tug them as if milking her. Jagged shards of pain shot through her breast. A hand began to squeeze the same breast. The pain grew in intensity crackling through her body like static electricity. A softer skinned pair of hands began to shadow the first hand although the skin of the hand was smoother the fingers still had a vice-like grip.

She felt the hand between her legs withdrew the single digit from her vagina. She could feel her labia being spread, and then a cool slippery substance engulfed her throbbing clitoris and flowed slowly over her open labia. She was sure that she identified the sensation as the application of KY-Jel. Copious amounts flowed over her nether region until she was lubricated from mons to spine. 

The hand between her legs made her realize that something was different. At first she was unable to work out what it was, then she could feel it, the sensation of his hand on her skin was different. Whilst she had been unconscious someone had shaved her. As her head cleared of the anesthetic she became increasingly aware of herself, now she registered her head felt different.  My God how degrading they’ve shaved my head. Briefly she mourned for her auburn locks – there’s always a price. She consoled herself as she came copiously.

An exploratory finger trailed through this swamp, pausing to briefly diddle her anus then playing briefly at the open entrance to her vagina. Her body reacted; her open vagina of its own accord stretched itself into a yawning chasm. The finger ignored the invitation and proceeded upwards to her inflamed clitoris. The lone finger was joined by a second finger, in a synchronized movement they moved up and down the slit, one on each side of her clitoris.

A soft fabric wiped the lubricant from her clitoris. The light friction further inflaming her already aroused nubbin. Within the limits set by her bonds she began to move her hips in a circulatory grinding motion. The motion became more frenetic when fingers and fabric were withdrawn from her slit. Faster, faster and faster as she got nearer and nearer to her orgasm. Then the hand slammed down on her pubic bone clamping her abdomen to the bed unable to move her hips. “Pleeeease!” The thin cry broke from her lips.

Something hard nudged at her open lips. Obediently she opened her mouth to accept whatever was offered. It felt soft and slippery when she worked her tongue along the shaft, but it was strangely lifeless. Despite realizing that despite its lifelike shape it was a latex dildo of some description, she continued to accept the object that filled her mouth. Even fighting the urge to gag when it reached the back of her throat.

The crisis passed, the moment of orgasm slipped frustratingly into history.  They won’t let me cum! The two fingers entered her slit and again began to massage her clit into a state of hardness where she could imagine that it was as hard and erect as a man’s cock. 

Pain! White searing, pure pain shot through her body. The pain caused by the four hands kneading her breasts, and teasing her nipples into the shape of elongated teats was as nothing by comparison to this new source of pain. The two fingers had clamped her inflamed clitoris and begun to tug it in the same manner as her nipples had been tugged. If it had not been for the dildo that gagged her she would have screamed.

Then it happened. The pain did not abate yet the churning in her womb spread warmly through her abdomen. She thought she had lost control of her bladder and had wet herself, and then she knew she was in the throes of the biggest, hottest, wettest cataclysmic orgasm that she had ever known, bigger than any orgasm she had even fantasized about. Fluids gushed in a raging torrent from her open vagina.  Don’t let this ever stop!  The hand pressed on her mons, but this time it only served to amplify the intensity of the orgasm that tore apart her body with all the violence of a tropical storm.

I don’t care about the pain just don’t stop. It was as if they could hear her or read her thoughts. Tighter clamped the fingers that grasped her distended nipples. Harder squeezed the fingers that clamped her swollen clitoris. All three tugged at the same moment as if intending to lift her from the mattress. Lightening bolts of pain flashed from these three points, unifying as a mass of energy that hit her womb with the force of a megaton cock. Once again her womb flushed. 

Then there was nothing - no hands, no fingers, no pain even her mouth was empty. Her body shook and shuddered in the aftermath of the explosive orgasms.

The four abductors, three men and a woman, stripped off their clothing and donned black balaclava masks. Only their eyes and lips were visible.

She lay still and empty in the orgasmic afterglow. A hand spread the cheeks of her butt. Something pushed against her anus. She felt herself open, the object slid in. The hands were no longer there and she felt full and open. A butt plug!

The woman removed their victim’s blindfold and eased the earplugs from her ears. She blinked in the bright light. Looking around she saw only a nondescript white-walled room. She was lying on something that, as far as she could see looked like a doctor’s examination couch. Her legs raised fastened in troughs. She had seen such couches in pictures of old time delivery rooms.

“Lie still don’t resist.” The woman who had removed her blindfold instructed. “That’s good.” The woman cooed when the tension left her body and she had lowered her head back onto the couch. The woman approached the head of the couch, climbed on to it so she straddled her head. She lowered her nether lips to her mouth. “Pleasure me.”

She licked long wet strokes along her captor’s nether lips, tasting the sweet fluids that jeweled her aroused sex. Entering the slit she swirled her tongue around the woman’s clitoris. Then she sucked the woman’s inflamed, juicy bud deep into her mouth tantalizingly tapping it with her tongue. The woman moaned, opened wider and pressed smotheringly into her. Moving the woman smeared her face with the dripping juices.

Her immediate lusts sated the woman lifted herself up and slipped from the couch. Tenderly she kissed the prone woman. “You are a good little fuck slave,” purred the woman. “She has a well schooled mouth.” She announced to the men.

One of the men stepped forward. Knowing what was expected of her she opened her mouth to accept his rampant cock. She ran her tongue around the cut crown, stimulating the exposed glans. Pointing her tongue she explored the oval aperture, opening it trying to enter her captor. Suddenly his self control broke he rammed his throbbing cock deep into her throat. Despite the violence of his movements her throat had already been stretched by the dildo and accepted his living flesh easily. His pubic hair tickled her nose as his hard pubic bone smashed into it. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and stroked it until he ejaculated thick creamy ropes of cum over her face. She licked her lips stealing the pearly droplets that had landed there. 

Another cock demanded entry. This cock was an impatient cock seeking only to enter her and obediently she allowed it to access her as the man wished. Thrusting into her mouth in long fast thrusts. She was nothing, she had no identity, and she was just a mouth to serve her captors. He pulled his cock out just as the spunk began to spew from the blind eye. His creamy essence reinvigorating the drying spunk of the first man.

The third cock entered her like an old friend. It too pushed deep into her throat. For a while the man kept it in as far as it would go, her epiglottis in fighting the urge to retch tickling the exposed helmet. Slowly the man began to move withdrawing slightly, pausing then pushing slowly in. Filling her throat, stretching it further than even the dildo had. She dutifully willed her throat into relaxation and accepted his cock’s invasion.

When he was on the brink of coming he too pulled out. His cock twitched as jet after jet of creamy essence shot from it splattering the other two coats. Suddenly she lifted her head and made to bite him. She was unable to reach him her teeth barely grazing the underside of his cock as her mouth snapped shut.

“You will be punished for this bitch.” The man snarled at her. The other two men and the woman had come back close to the couch. Working as one they loosed her bonds and lifted her to her feet.

She was led to a WorkMate bench. The top jaws were open, the two men holding her arms forced her to bend forwards until her body lay on the top and her breasts hung into the gap between the top jaws. The woman began to turn the handles that wound the vice top jaws together. The screw drives had not been lubricated and squealed as they turned. She felt when the jaws made contact with her breasts.

The pain increased with each turn that clamped her breasts between the closing tops. “Keep going until you can’t turn the handles any further.” The man, who she had attempted to bite, said to the woman. She could feel her pulses throbbing against the restriction. With each throb the intensity of the pain seemed to increase. And still she could hear the screws singing their protests. Incongruously she felt ashamed, they would know, they would be able to see her love juices running wetly down the inside of her thighs. The greater the pain she experienced the greater her wetness. The pain died when her breasts became numb.

She felt the coarse towel being drawn between her legs, mopping up her wetness. They held the clothespins in front of her eyes for her to see. It was the woman who fiddled about between her legs. She counted the clothespins, four of them along one labia and four along the other. The pulses stopped. Under compression both her breasts and her labia deadened. The woman eased the butt plug out of her. Empty she felt as if her body had suffered a loss, she did not have time to dwell on this feeling.

The man who she had tried to bite picked up his broad belt, and having carefully laid the brass buckle in his palm wrapped it several times around his hand until a tail about two feet long hung free.

He stood to her left and let fly – THWACK – her left buttock stung. Standing on her right he repeated the process – THWACK. Now both buttocks smarted.

The woman, who was now wearing the dildo as a strap-on, drew her razor sharp nails along the edges of the welts. “Very pretty.” She pressed the head of the strap-on against her throbbing anus, slowly the woman entered her. Once in the woman thrust aggressively until the length of the dildo was embedded in her. Slowly she butt-fucked her until she came.

“So you enjoy a good butt-fuck little fuck slave,” the woman purred before she pulled the dildo out.

The man with the belt once again stood to her left. THWACK! “Say thank you Sir for correcting my misdemeanors” The woman said.

“Thank you Sir for correcting my misdemeanors.”

The man moved to her right. She needed no telling this time - no sooner had the belt lashed her buttock than she said. “Thank you Sir for correcting my misdemeanors.”

The man went to the left and administered another blow. Obediently she said her speech of thanks. Wordlessly the man once again lashed her right buttock; and once again she said thank you using the prescribed formula.

The lash had made her drip again. When the first of the men began to push his stiff cock into her she came yet again. Have I no shame? Fast and furious the man pumped into her. She felt his essence splurging in gobbets into her bowel and wetly she found that once again she was coming.

Three times the belt landed on each buttock and six times she said. “Thank you Sir for correcting my misdemeanors.” Each time as she said these words, she was wetly churning out yet another physical manifestation of her body’s ecstasy.

The second man slid easily into her wet stretched hole. As he drove his cock into her, her body moved wrenching her breasts against the hard wooden jaws that restrained them. Now she was experiencing multiple orgasm piled upon multiple orgasm like surf on a storm lashed shore. The man thrust hard into her, and shot his thick essence deep inside. Sated the man’s cock slipped out with an audible ‘plop’.

The man with the belt flicked it between her legs so that it curled up and snapped off the clothespins two at a time to land with a clatter on the floor. As the blood flowed, feeling coursed, screaming, into her bruised labia. 

The man with the belt shoved his cock into her open vagina and began a long slow screw. As he fucked her, he played her body like an instrument. She shivered with delight when he gently trailed his fingers down her spine.

Holding onto the WorkMate for greater purchase he rammed his thick cock into her. She came hearing the sounds of his cock pumping into her wetness. For the first time the man spoke. “You are a randy kinky bitch aren’t you?” When she made no response he spoke again. “You are a little fuck bag aren’t you – you haven’t stopped coming since we grabbed you.”

“I am a randy kinky bitch.” 

Whilst he was fucking her, the two men and the woman quietly dressed and slipped out of the bare basement room. When he was ready to cum he pulled his cock from her and jerked himself-off firing his thick spunk over her bruised and reddened buttocks. 

He walked around to the front of the WorkMate and turned the handles to release her. She stood up, stretched, threw her arms around him saying, “Thank you darling for making my fantasy come true, that was the best and most realistic you have ever done.”

“Your not mad about the hair?”

“You will have to buy me a hairpiece. But no tonight was worth everything and more. It was fantastic. You were fantastic. You are fantastic. The hair will make tonight all the more unforgettable. It was all so real I wasn’t sure at first.”

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Abducted



Her heart was racing, and though it was summer, she felt an odd mix of cold and heat overcome her body. She could feel her skin against the lace which she wore under the fitted suit. It was dark and she heard her footsteps echo faintly as she marched quickly across the plaza toward the poorly lit city park. It appeared that post-communist Russia still didn't have enough money to repair burned out lampposts.

Her breath was shallow and she could feel the tingle of adrenaline right at the edge of her being. But it wasn't fear that was coursing through her veins. It was excitement. She would rather have met in a public place. All of her training and agency protocol called for such meetings in public places. She had taken an extreme risk in meeting him in a park at night, but then again, like her contact at the agency had always said, she was all about risk. “You’ll get yourself fucked someday taking risks like that,” her contact had always said.

But it is only the unrecognizable that can afford to meet in public places. A cabinet minister could not afford being recognized with someone like her. 

It was a risk and it looked like the risk was going to pay off. God, it was good. She felt like she was about to have the greatest fuck in her life. After two years of undercover work, she was about to talk to the key man at the center of the trading of arms, drugs and white slavery. Two years, and she finally would be able to spring the ring. After that, back to the "Dacha" for one more night, a coded message at the usual drop, a plane tomorrow and next week..... who knows... Operations Manager? District Contact? 

She stopped, listened... looked ... Confused for a moment by the echoes of her footsteps. Nothing. Her heart. Her breath. God, she was wet! 

She reminded herself of the cardinal rule: The next step is always a lifetime away. Never assume you are home free. Between the Russian mafia, whose turf had been invaded by this Arabian operation, and the Moscow Security Agency, who in their infancy still want to show up the her agency at any cost, and never mind the Arabians themselves.... and who knows how many others that had high stakes in revenge... she knew she was a walking target.

A face flashed out of nowhere. One split second, frozen in front of her. A hand shot out clamping her mouth. She hauled out to punch, but her arms were pulled back from behind her. She kicked, connected with a shin. The man in front of her shouted a foreign swear, and instantly slapped her hard across the face. With burning jaw and watering eyes she began to shout, but a ball gag was shoved into her mouth. She yanked sideways and the three fell to the ground, struggling. She was flipped on her back, arms suddenly pinned under one of the man’s knees.

"Now, pretty bitch," he slurred in English heavy with unrecognizable accent, bending over her, his iron hand around her neck, “You must learn to be more friendly tourist.”

She felt the other man kick her legs apart. Wide. And instantly she recognized the sound of a blade flicking open. She muffled a scream against the gag. She felt the blade against her thigh, and then the rush of night air on her pussy as the man cut her panties.

"No," commanded the first man over his shoulder. "Idiot! Let's get off path!" The man bent his face close to hers and hissed in her ear, "Listen, you behave like good little slut and we let you live." 

They lifted her under her arms and dragged her to a dark stand of trees. It shot through her head that this might “just” be a raping, and ironically, she thought, "and nothing worse."

They slammed her against a slim tree. The first man took off his belt. Her eyes widened as he slung it around her neck and the tree, then cinched it tight, almost chocking her. The shorter man spread her legs against two other saplings and tied them there, while the first yanked her wrists behind the tree and handcuffed them.

The taller man grabbed her hair and yanked so hard that her head twisted sideways and up, and she felt his unshaven cheek close to her ear, "Listen, whore! We have instructions to bring you back alive."

He pinched her nipples through her suit. Hard! She moaned and sank into her knees, but felt the belt tighten around her neck and regained her stance.

"Lucky for you, else we fuck you and then leave you for the dogs." He shoved his hand into her skirt. 

"But little bitch, our instructions only to bring you alive. No one say anything about not fucking you first." She twisted and struggled against the cuffs and her bound ankles as he wedged his middle finger into her cunt. The other man ran his hand up her thigh from below. She tossed her head, only to feel the belt choke her. A hand forced its way into her cut panties from behind and now fingers were sliding over her asshole and her clit. 

"Ahhh, you little whore dog. You already wet," he laughed, "You like this, no?!" With his other hand, he ripped open her suit jacket. The knife flashed again as it cut her bra exposing her full tits. As he grabbed one round tit in his huge hand and squeezed, he plunged a finger deep inside her pussy again. She groaned against the gag stuffed in her mouth. Her knees again went weak and she sank into the belt around her neck. The finger curled inside her, hard, and made her grind her hips against it. Oh God, she couldn't believe that she actually wanted that finger to fuck her harder.

She felt the other man's hand probing her ass and she heard him spit on his hands. Oh, God, no! She writhed and tried to rise away from the hand grabbing her, groping, seeking to wedge itself in between her cheeks. Oh God, no, she grunted against the gag, as the finger pressed into her asshole. She was being fucked by fingers, stuffed full from both ends. The fingers were plunging in and out. The man pushed up against her, pressing her into the tree, pressing his weight against her, squeezing her, and then she felt him sink his teeth into the nape of her neck. He bit down hard. She wiggled and muffled sobs and all the while bucked against the hands that were fucking her, taking her, opening her, making her... Oh God... YES... cum, and cum, oozing juices of her sick pleasure all over their hands.

If they fucked her afterwards, she didn't know. She passed out from chocking herself against the belt.

She woke up to the pain of bound ankles and her wrists bound behind her back. The gag was still in her mouth. Her jaw hurt. The blindfold prevented her from seeing where they were driving. She was lying across the back seat of a car. Her ass and pussy were sore from being taken so roughly. She was ashamed and disturbed by how wet she got being raped. What had happened to her pride and independence? How could she so quickly give in to being raped?

The car stopped and she heard one of the men get out and shout to someone to lower a bridge. Chains and creaking. A clunk and the man got back in the car and it lurched over the bumpy bridge and then into what echoed like a courtyard.

Suddenly, fear brought her senses back to her. Being raped was only the beginning. She knew that wherever she was, she was at the mercy of whomever commanded this abduction. The Arabians maybe. Perhaps the Russian mob. They may have already assassinated the minister for all she knew.

If she resisted their interrogation, she would be tortured and die painfully. Even if she told all she knew, she would most certainly die. Her heart was now racing as the two men got out. One of them opened the door, untied her ankles and yanked her out. She had lost her heels and the bare ground was cold and damp. The night air hit her bared tits and turned her nipples hard.

One of them grabbed her and dragged her along blindfolded. She stubbed her toe on the cobblestone, but was forced to keep up. A door creaked and she was led down stone stairs. It smelled musty. She could taste the adrenaline in her mouth. 

As she circled the last turn of the stairwell, she felt it become increasingly warmer. They must have entered a room. The floor was warm, the air thick and almost too hot. 

She was yanked to a stand and her hands were briefly untied and then she felt wide steel cuffs placed around them, and they were the hoisted up, so her hands were almost straight over her head. The gag was released but not the blindfold. Her ankles were forced apart and cuffed to the floor.

Her tits jutted out of her torn shirt, and under the cut panties, her spread pussy was exposed to the warm air. She suddenly understood that she wasn't abducted by the arms dealers or even the drug connections, but by the white slavery operators. In that case, it was not information they wanted. She shuddered thinking of what she had learned about white slavery. And simultaneously, she felt her cunt flush with excitement. Into what depravity had she descended to become excited at that thought?

The men had left her there for some endless time. She felt a fire burning in front of her. She lapsed between dosing off with extreme drowsiness and jerking awake with acute fear. To her horrifying shame, every time she jerked awake, she felt arousal. She hoped they would think it was just sweat making her cunt glisten.

She snapped awake again to the sound of footsteps descending.

A person came so close to her she could smell a musky cologne. A man then. She felt him circling her.

"So..." he finally said. "This is the bad girl who has been trying to penetrate my operations."

Her entire body was tense now. The voice was deep and the tone sarcastically nice, but she could taste the malicious intent behind it. It also was foreign, but its accent was refined by education.

"Such a naughty thing to do..." he was circling.

She jumped as she felt something leather run gently along her cheek.

"Sticking your nose in other people's business."

Her breath was shallow. She could feel her tits heaving with every breath.

"And from such a pretty little girl like you. One would not expect such naughty behavior."

She was silent... waiting... fearing… knowing she would not be spared.

She yelped as she felt a crop spank her ass. Even through her clothes, it stung.

"What AM I to do with such a naughty little girl?" He circled and she tensed her ass every time her circled behind her. "Well, let's inspect you further."

She twitched her thighs as she felt the crop run along them.

"Ahhh, what have we here? Your panties are torn."

She felt the long, smooth crop shaft run along her thigh and then.... oh God.... back and forth between her slick pussy lips..... oh yes...... she caught her breath and held it, bit her lower lip.

"My, my... I do believe this little slut is wet. Are you wet, little slut?"

She bit her lip harder, snorting short, sharp breaths with flared nostrils.

*Twack!* The crop smacked the inside of her thigh. She screamed! She felt her hair suddenly yanked back and his mouth brushing her ear.

"Answer me, you little slut!" She panted, moaning from the pain of her hair being pulled, and felt her pussy on fire as the crop shaft once again slid along her wet cunt. She couldn’t admit that she was wetter than she had ever been; that she wanted a man’s cock in every hole of her body at once, raping her until she passed out. She was sickened by how scared she could be and yet wanting nothing more than to be used like fuck animal.

He threw her head forward. "Very well. As you wish," he said.

Suddenly she felt the blindfold loosen, and she clenched her eyes as the brightness of the room stabbed into them. Slowly she opened them and found herself in the middle of a medieval torture chamber. In front of her was a huge fire place, as tall as her, and the fire in it was burning hot.

Chains with cuffs hung from the walls, and in one corner she saw a wheel on an angle with cuffs at four places. There was a wooden horse with iron cuff, large enough to lock a neck in place, and the whole horse just long enough for a bent over body, leaving the rear exposed. There was a huge wooden cross with cuffs at the ends. And all along the walls hung whips and crops and wooden batons of every size.

The man was stunningly handsome. He was in a riding outfit, with tall, fitting black leather boots and riding pants emphasizing his strong legs. He wore a black shirt that was open at the top and showed a muscular chest. He was taking a single tail bullwhip with a woven leather handle from the wall. He walked back to her, and circled behind her. Her body tensed with fear and terrifying anticipation.

He pulled over a platform, on which was mounted an odd, two-foot high, phallic pillar. A stalagmite made of iron with wires running out from underneath the base. He placed the thing under her spread legs, directly under her pussy.

"Now listen closely, my little slut. I am going to strip those clothes from you with my whip here. Should you find it too much to bear and your knees begin to weaken, your pussy will eventually come in contact with this pillar, which will penetrate you, open you up, and rape you. And the more you sink the more this will gorge your pussy open. Should you be on it for longer than five seconds, it will send a shock right through your pussy. Not enough to kill you, but enough to give me pleasure in seeing you convulse.

“You see, my little pussy, I have had my eye on you for some time. Your beauty is stunning. Your smarts admirable, and your independence, yes… well, here is the deal: If you withstand the lashings without getting shocked in that little luscious cunt of yours, then you keep your independence. If not, you surrender it to me."

The first lash struck her along her back and she screamed. The lash had cut through her suit jacket and just barely kissed her skin fire hot. Adrenaline flooded her mouth like a cock exploding with cum. And suddenly she knew she was lost. Ready to abandon all independence and pride. Eager to give in to a desire that had always been deep inside her: to be owned. Owned like an animal that is used for fuck pleasure. Used and abused like a piece of meat whose sole purpose is to be wrapped around hard cock and fucked. Splashed with cum of one or many, as seen fit by a master whose cock she would live to please and serve.

The second lash came down across her shoulders. She moaned and arched her back away from what she knew she couldn't avoid.

The lashes came regularly then, one after the other. He moved around to her front and she clenched her eyes in fear of getting struck in the face, but he was obviously an expert. The whip cut from the nape of her neck along her collarbone between her breasts, shredding her clothes. She felt herself being stripped by his whip. More skin and body exposed with every lash. Until, lash by lash, she was naked. Tits, cunt, ass, all vulnerable for his sadistic pleasure.

Another lash kissed her nipple, stinging it with extreme pain. Oh God. She didn't know if she could bear it. Sweat between her legs mixed with her cunt juices and oozed down her thighs. The lashes burning into her body. The red welts rising on her belly, her back, her ass, her stomach. Oh God, and she was wet, but couldn't take it anymore and was sinking, couldn't hold herself up any more. She feared the impalement of huge steel cock and wanted it so badly to rip her pussy open. The lashes seared into her, sweat ran down her body, she was ... Oh God.... yes, the fat cock pushed into her... she was being whipped and fucked... the cock split her pussy open further as she sank on to it deeper. The cuffs pulled her arms tight, her tits were being pushed out, and then... 

Ahhhh!!! Stung again by the whip! And she sunk further, her pussy gorged, raped... Unnnnnggghhhhh, YES... She grunted like an animal. She was riding the iron cock, grinding her cunt onto it to impale it further into her body... She wanted to force the cock through her whole body and out her mouth, to have her whole naked body impaled on a fuck stake and marked and welted, exposed, her tits, her pussy, her ass, all for his taking, his whipping, his pleasure, oh yes the pleasure of the AAAHHH!!! The shock sent pulses through her body clenching her pussy and throbbing her body. She convulsed in waves of shuddering pain and cum and tears and sobs... and blackness, an empty void of blackness and pure pleasure.



Abducted



He awakened in a strange place. Still clad in his green striped pajamas, he was asleep on a bare floor in a small room lit starkly from every direction. Sitting up, he looked around without comprehension of how big the room was. His body was still tired, but the adrenaline of finding himself in a strange place was rebooting his body more quickly than usual in the morning. He stayed still, waiting to notice if anyone realized he was awake.

He stood up, and felt a little lighter than usual. Five steps from his position, he encountered a wall, perfectly disguised by lack of perspective in the completely illuminated room. A couple of taps on the glowing white wall convinced him he wasn't dreaming; a creative man, he frequently dreamed in color, but tactile sensations were rare and not this comprehensive. He let that settle in: he was a captive for reasons unknown.

Feeling with his hands, he traversed the perimeter of the room, it was about 10 by 10 meters and he couldn't feel the ceiling, although he was sure it wasn't far away. He sat down in a corner, looking carefully for the lines of a door or hatchway. None presented themselves. He looked at his toes and wiggled them. A 50 year old man of average height, dark hair and 10 pounds overweight didn't register as a likely candidate for scientific study, and his police record was pristine. 

He noticed a tumbler of thick, white liquid at his right hand. "How did you get here?" he asked aloud. The smell from it was slightly nauseating. A tentative sip confirmed it as perfectly revolting and he spat the sip back into the glass. No need to be rude since his captor hadn't shown himself or herself: at that opportunity, he would calculate his rudeness as carefully as he could. 

Time crawled by, and his bladder began to pressure him lightly. Being a civilized creature, he said out loud: "I have to pee now." Nothing happened for several moments. The pressure wasn't urgent, and he decided to hold it until he could figure out a better option. Urinating in his room was something he didn't want to do unless absolutely necessary since he had no desire to live in the remnants of his bodily functions. Without intake, the need diminished.

He must have slept: he awakened in a different position on the floor, the tumbler beside him contained a lightly blue fluid that smelled of bananas and garlic, and a porcelain receptacle had sprouted across the room from him. Sampling the drink, he found it like drinking pure grain alcohol lightly flavored with banana and garlic, so he spat it back. Getting up, he walked across and lifted the seat to relieve himself, and returned to his place.

His eyes traveled around the room, looking for the tell tale cracks of a door or hatchway, especially next to where he awakened. Nothing presented itself. What was I doing before I found myself here, he asked himself.

It was an ordinary Wednesday night, and after a long day at the office, he'd surfed the Internet while watching television. He was sending notes back and forth with Shelley, a friend of his on the East Coast, while he monitored the news, and after saying good night, had settled onto his couch to give the television his full attention. No sheet or blanket covered him, his body lounged on the soft leather as he fought to keep his eyes open to watch David Letterman interview Amy Sedaris. He must have slipped into a dream that she had gotten up on Letterman's desk to begin licking his face, and shortly after hearing him say: "You'd better be careful, my wife may be watching tonight," his eyes opened in this place. 

Who could do this? He struggled with an answer and he no luck. The only explanation that fit was he'd been kidnaped by aliens and was now their guest. All right, he was single, had a job that didn't require his presence every day, and his habits were irregular. No one would missed him for at least two days. Of course, if he had been kidnaped by aliens, they could be past Alpha Centauri before they found him missing.

He walked the perimeter of his enclosure again, looking for a crack or flaw. It was a consistent, glowing white, with no indication of a passageway. "What are you up to?", he said out loud, and silence was his answer. He paced a while, looking at the floor and ceiling in futile effort before sitting again and staring at the blank walls.

At some point in time, he must have fallen asleep, but he awaked to find he was not alone. A woman slept on the other side of the room: a blond woman with medium hair wearing a light yellow nightgown. Her nails were painted red, her skin was almost pure white, and her eyelashes were very thin. Her breathing was quiet, almost inaudible, she stirred momentarily and settled back into her slumber. 

Being awakened by a stranger might be the wrong way to begin captivity together, so he sat and waited until she work up on her own. Something tingled in his memory, but he couldn't put his finger on it, there was something familiar about this woman. She grew more restless and a gradually her body turned and tossed a little before she sat up awake in a bolt.

"Where am I?" she said.

"I don't know." 

She gasped and looked around at him. "Who are you?"

"My name's Mike."

"Mine's Shelley."

"Nice to meet you."

"Likewise." She looked around the pure white room frantically, blinking her eyes, and looked at him again. "Do you know where we are?"

"Not for certain. The best likelihood is we've been abducted by aliens."

She shrieked, making his ears hurt. "Why? What have we done to them."

"I don't know why they've abducted us, they haven't given any indication of what they look like, and they haven't tried to communicate since I've been here."

"How long have you been here?"

"I've slept twice. The room is solid white all day, no sounds get in here, and until last time there was no lavatory. Seems like they're going to no outside stimulus; perhaps we're part of an experiment and they're staying clear of it."

"I'm scared," she said, shuddering. "What are they going to do with us?"

"I don't know. We'll have to wait and see."

She looked at him closely. "You look familiar."

"You do, too."

"Where?"

"I'm not sure. We may have a lot of time to figure it out."

Looking around, she stood slowly. She walked forward until she found and wall. "It's about 10 feet by 10 feet," Mike said, "I paced it off the other day. Can't find the ceiling, but it may be 10 feet up as well. Can't jump that high, so I can't tell you for sure. Can you jump?"

"Not that high. Maybe if I sat on your shoulders."

"We can try that later."

She looked around again at all the walls and then back at him. "Can you see a doorway?"

"No, not yet. The room has changed while I've slept, but I haven't sensed anyone being in here."

"Maybe it materialized like they do on Star Trek?"

"I'll keep an eye out for that."

Shelly walked back and sat down next to him. "Maybe it's someone on earth. Maybe this is somebody's idea of a practical joke."

"Maybe. Hellva way to play a joke."

"Who would it be?"

"Your guess is as good as mine."

She sat cross legged on the floor. "I hope my kids don't freak when they find me missing. Although they probably won't notice until they're hungry, or want clean clothes."

"Yes. I don't know what can be done from the outside, but it will be good that you'll be missed. I live along, and no one will notice I'm gone for quite a while."

They sat in silence for several moments. Tentatively, they made small talk and discovered they had been communicating by e-mail for a couple of years. Mike had written a few stories for a website specializing in erotic literature and Shelley was a fan of his. The revelation made them more comfortable with each other, and they swapped stories about their childhoods and lives to date. She had married after college and several children, but her marriage was stagnant and she longed to be free of it. He was a confirmed bachelor, a professor of religion at a small liberal arts college, and was relatively happy with his profession other than the usual administrative nonsense that goes with professorial duties, and the indifferent attitude some of his students had toward learning.

They fell asleep after a while. Once in a haze, he heard a gentle flow of water and glanced over to notice her perched on the toilet. He looked away immediately like the gentleman he was. "Wow," he thought to himself, "We have a toilet now!"

Awakening again, he stood and went to relieve himself once he was satisfied she wasn't looking. She lay on the floor on her side, facing the wall, breathing slowly and gently. He noticed two tumblers on the floor, and the aroma was banana. Taking a tentative sip, he was surprised to find it pleasant, like a milkshake. "Well, do you think it will kill you?" she said, still facing away.

"I'll take my chances. They brought us here for a purpose, and since it's been at least three days since I've arrived here, I think they want to try something more elaborate on us than a simple poisoning."

"You have no guarantee of that."

"True. But the only chance we have to get nutrition is to consume what they give us. Unless you'd like me to chew you arm a little."

She turned and gave him a wry smile. "Why don't you chew my ass first?"

Chuckling, he said: "I'm glad you have a sense of humor."

Taking the other tumbler, she took a tentative sip, then followed it with a few others. "Do you think they want us to eat each other?"

"We'll see. I don't think these would be here if they were."

"We can work on that basis for now." They continued their beverages, finding the liquid filling. "Mike, why are we here?"

"I dunno."

"It's like my view of the world."

"Really? Tell me about it."

"The world is like the ocean, and we're a species of fish. We can eat anything littler than us, and if something bigger than us comes along and catches us, we're food."

"Lovely. What about the purpose of life?"

"Survival. Enjoyment if we can manage it."

"Are we at the top of the food chain? Are we the sharks of this ocean?"

"Until now, I would have said yes."

"Unless I were a shrimp, I'd like to hang around with the dolphins."

"Your meaning?"

"They keep the sharks away. They're also easy going, have a lot of fun, and will look after other species and even humans if they're your friends."

"Sounds good to me. And where do we find a dolphin around here?"

"You tell me. For all I know, we're sitting the belly of a shark."

"Thanks for making me feel good about my view of life."

"You're welcome."

They slept twice more, drinking the banana smoothies and chatting idly. Nothing happened to them: no stimulus from the outside presented itself, no noise, no pictures, no indication another sentient being was present. Shelley got up on Mike's shoulders and found the ceiling, but it was as smooth as the walls and floor. 

"Crap," Mike said as he awakened the third time. "It's getting cooler in here."

"Started a while ago," Shelley replied. "I would say it started a couple of hours ago, but I don't have a watch."

"Haven't you been sleeping any?"

"Not much. I'm not used to sleeping on a bare floor, and I'm not used to sleeping alone."

"Well, I've been camping in the mountains a few times, but I'm used to sleeping rough."

"Oooh, la la. You've been holding out on me."

"Be quiet. And I'm used to sleeping alone."

She looked at him curiously. "Ever tried sleeping with someone?"

"Sleeping sleeping or. . ."

"Either"

"Yes. It's been a while."

"I haven't been able to sleep much, only when I'm too tired to hold my eyes open, and not long. I'm scared. I think we'll get eaten."

"You're the one for double entendres."

"Shut up, I haven't had sex for a couple years. If there was a bed in here, I'd bite your clothes off."

"Who needs a bed?"

"Shut up. It's getting colder and I don't like it."

"Come over here. We can keep each other warm."

She came to him and they huddled together on the floor. "It would be easier if we had a blanket," he said.

"Yes, but I can't find one in the cupboard."

"They may be monitoring our conversations, so I was hoping. . ."

"Doesn't make sense, Mike. They want to see something about how we react to cold. I'm scared."

"I'm not happy with this either. It's getting like a refrigerator in here."

"The shark's going to get us."

"I don't like your metaphor. What good is life if you end up shark food?"

"It's the way of nature."

"Well, the human race is infamous for rebelling against the way of nature. I hope our hosts don't get too carried away and freeze us to death before they realize they've gone too far."

"Maybe that's what they want to do."

"Thanks for the optimism." They huddled more and more closely as the temperature dropped, and they saw their breaths as they exhaled. With no covering, they soon began to tremble and Mike began to think this was the end when they lost consciousness.

He awoke with a start, holding Shelley in his arms, with the room back at normal temperature. She was deeply asleep, a slight smile on her face and snuggled into his embrace as he stirred. "What do you want for breakfast?" she said huskily.

"Oh, the normal man food. Eggs and bacon, toast, fruit, tea. . ."

"No coffee?"

"Hate the stuff, never liked it. Made it through a semester of student teaching without getting hooked on the stuff."

"You were a student teacher? What subject?"

"I don't want to talk about it. I was miserable, and never used my teaching certificate."

"Do you think it's getting warmer in here?" A slight glisten of sweat was beginning to appear on their skins, and he softly pushed her away from him. 

"Yes. It's going to be the flip side of yesterday. They want to see how hot we can take it."

"Should we take off our clothes?"

"No. We can handle more heat clothed than naked."

"Shoot. All we can hope for is one of your dolphins to drop by."

"Yeah. Give me their cell number." Looking around, he saw two full tumblers. "Drink it down, Shelley. We'll need all the hydration we can get."

"If there was water in the toilet, we could drink that."

"Yuck."

"Just being practical."

The temperature gradually climbed, making their sweat soak their clothes and leaving puddles on the floor. They sat and waited, leaning back eventually until the heat finally abated.

He shook himself awake with a start and found the temperature normal. Turning to Shelley, he said: "We must have slept again. I don't know how."

"Yeah. I don't remember getting tired. They took our clothes."

Looking down at his middle aged body with grey hair, pockets of flab and wrinkles, he nodded. "It's curious why they didn't do that earlier. Or when we were asleep."

Shelley formed herself into a small bundle, using her arms to cover her breasts and crotch. "You men are all alike. Don't you want to cover yourself?"

"What use is it? I'm not proud of what I look like, but there's no sense in being a prude."

"Ron Jeremy you aren't."

He chuckled. "Never said I was. But I'm not a virgin, and I've never had a one night stand."

"And what do you mean by that?"

"I always got another chance. Usually more."

"Aren't we the locker room stud?"

"And what about you? A prim, proper virgin until your husband took your cheery in your sanctified marriage bed?"

"No, I grew up in the '80s. I was a wild child, and now I wish I was wilder than I was. I love men, sex is all I think about, and I wish I had the nerve to sleep with every cute guy I met."

"Wow, you have been married a long time."

"Shut up." She turned her face away, pouting, and was quiet for a long time. "We could make love now."

"Really?"

"Oh, come on. For all we know, this is what they want us to do. First they froze us, wanting us to screw to make body heat, then they fried us, hoping when our clothes came off we'd start."

He sat at the edge of the wall, his legs flat on the floor. "Strange way to go about it. Why couldn't they just download a few movies from the Internet?"

"Maybe they're really kinky and want to see it in the flesh."

"All right, but why us? What about putting a frustrated wife and a confirmed bachelor together just to see when they'll screw? Doesn't sound like good science to me?"

"We're just little fish in the ocean. . ."

"And the sharks are now perverts. I don't like your metaphor, and it doesn't really make sense, except on the surface. It does seem like the way of the world, but we'd never make it out of the caves to build civilizations."

"Who says we're civilized?"

"Point made. Our hosts probably don't think that. Maybe because we were connected online, told each other things we'd tell nobody else, lusted after each other from afar. . ."

"You're making some sense, but you're right. It's hard to figure out why they're doing it."

"The sharks are inscrutable."

"But there are dolphins in the ocean. Maybe we're the dolphins."

"Right. Sure. I don't think so. I think we're one kind of shark trying to pass ourselves off as dolphins. Right now, we're not succeeding very well."

They sat a long time in silence, then came a long darkness of profound length. They awakened next to each other. Mike looked around and felt a dull pain in the back of his head.

Shelley shook her head and looked up at him. "What's wrong?"

"I have a headache."

"What a wonderful, sexy way to wake up."

"No, no, I really have a pain in my head."

"There's a red spot behind your ear."

He turned around, trying to feel for something behind his right ear, and found a bump. "What's it like."

"Like a bug bite, real tiny. Wouldn't have noticed it unless I was right next to you."

"How do you feel?"

"Hungry. Shit, another tanker of that damned smoothie." She reached out to take it and took a long swallow.

"Shelley, you've got a bug bite behind your ear, too."

"I do?" She felt for it, putting the glass down. 

"Yeah. It probably means they're getting serious."

"Oh no, they didn't put something in our heads, did they?"

"I hope not. I hope it's just bug bites we haven't noticed." He got up and walked away toward the other end of the room, and held his head as his headache got suddenly worse. Walking back, he noticed it lessened as he approached her. "Are you really all right? No headache or anything?"

"No. Why?"

"My head hurts and it hurts worse the farther I am away from you."

"Well come here, big boy and we'll see how bad that can be."

"No, I'm nobody's puppet. I'd rather die."

"Mike, don't be stupid."

"Like hell. There isn't much I can do to resist these little green men or superhumans or land walking sharks, but I can refuse to do what they want me to."

"No, Mike. Don't. Why do that?"

"Because I'm human, not some damn baitfish." He walked to the other side of the room, his head pounding, and pushed himself into a corner, making himself as small as possible.

She ran over behind him and began running her hands over his back. He trembled as he resisted her touch, contracting himself more and more, his muscles bulging as he pulled away as best he could.

A switch seemed to flip, and he went limp. She took a step back, and he turned, drooling and his eyes unfocused for a moment. A convulsion went through him, then a light seemed to come from his eyes. He stood and looked at her hungrily, and with the flip of a switch, she responded to him. . .

Mike awakened in his own bed. The early morning light filtered into the room, the clock at his bedside reported 6:00AM. Sitting up, he touched his pajamas and the sheets of his bed. The alarm went off and he silenced it. Going over to his laptop, perched on the table next to the bedroom window, he booted it up and discovered the date was the day after he vanished. A few clicks to news sites confirmed this. Going over to the mirror, he looked at himself, checking any change that may have sprouted overnight. There seemed to be nothing, but behind his ear was a faint bump he hadn't noticed before.




Abducted



A ding from his laptop told him a friend was online. He looked and it was his friend Shelley from the coast. GOOD MORNING. ARE YOU THERE?

He went over and typed back: YES. HOW ARE YOU?

JUST BLEW CHUNKS ALL OVER THE BATHROOM. YOU?

YOU KNOW JUST HOW TO START THE DAY. I'M FUNCTIONING WITHIN NORMAL PARAMETERS, I GUESS. HAD THE STRANGEST DREAM.

I HAD A DREAM YOU WERE WITH ME IN A STRANGE PLACE. ALL WHITE, NO PERSPECTIVE.

I HAD A DREAM LIKE THAT. SEEMED VERY REAL.

YEAH. WE TALKED ABOUT A LOT OF THINGS. I TOLD YOU ABOUT THE OCEAN.

YES, I REMEMBER THAT. WE WERE LOOKING FOR DOLPHINS.

YES, THAT'S RIGHT. HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?

I DON'T KNOW.

DO YOU REMEMBER IF WE HAD SEX WHILE WE WERE THERE?

He thought for a few moments. At the end, there were feelings, images. He was out of control, she was out of control. They had rugged animal sex, in many positions and many ways. His penis seemed normal, he didn't notice the kind of smell on his body he'd noticed other nights he had female company. It was like a dream. I THINK SO, BUT I'M NOT SURE. IT WAS LIKE A HALLUCINATION.

There was a long pause. I THOUGHT SO TOO. AFTER I UPCHUCKED, I TOOK A PREGNANCY TEST.

Shelley was in her mid 40s, and according to their recent conversations she had no opportunity to get pregnant. YES, WHAT WAS THE RESULT.

POSITIVE.

Mike sat back on his bed and stared at the floor for a few moments. He looked at the screen to see the last word, looked away in disbelief, and looked back again. It took several moments for him to recover himself, then he sat down at the keyboard again.

I DON'T KNOW WHO WAS RUNNING THAT OCEAN, BUT I WILL SAY ONE THING.

WHAT?

I HOPE THEY WERE THE DOLPHINS.



Abducted



A suspense story that is a little different. Very little sex if that's what you're looking for, so please don't read if you're going to be disappointed. A big 'Thank You' to Estragon for making my story a much better read.

Chapter 1

I'm Terry Bell and this is my story. It's funny how lives can be changed so quickly. It all started the day I went on a fishing trip with two of my friends.

My wife Abby was sitting in her office for about an hour when she received the phone call. "Is this Abigail Bell?" the caller asked.

"Yes it is, how can I help you?"

"We've abducted your husband and holding him for a two hundred fifty thousand dollar ransom. You have twenty-four hours to get the money together or your husband dies. If you notify the police, he dies. I'll call you again at three o'clock at your house and give you directions for getting me the money."

"Is this a joke? Who are you?" Abby was scared and stunned. She wasn't sure what to do. I went fishing with my friends on Lake Erie for three days. I didn't even take my cell phone, because we didn't want anything interrupting this fishing trip with my two friends.

****

Me and my friends were out on my yacht on Lake Erie drinking beer and fishing, having a good old time. We never got away that often and all of us really enjoyed fishing. My yacht was a pretty good size, a 35-footer that could even sleep six if they were friendly, although we rented a cabin to stay in at night. We took this camping and fishing trip once a year for the last six of years. 

As I was sucking down another brew, the Coast Guard came toward us at a high rate of speed, stopping next to the yacht. With weapons drawn they asked, "Is one of you men Terry Bell?"

"That would be me," I answered. "What the hell is wrong that you need to pull guns on us?"

"Sorry Sir, but we were asked to locate you. We were told that you were abducted and there is a ransom being asked."

"I can assure you that I am well and good. These are my two friends Joe and Al. They are also two of my employees. We came out here to fish for a few days. We decided no cell phones. We didn't want to be bothered, just wanted to fish. Would you mind pointing your weapons in another direction?"

"Sorry, Mr. Bell. We would like to board your yacht and take a look around. Do you have any weapons on board?"

"Just the standard flare guns and other emergency items you would expect on a yacht. You're welcome aboard."

They gave a quick search of the boat and checked the ID's of the three of us. Afterward they apologized but asked me if I would go with them. The police needed to talk with me at my house.

"Joe, Al, go ahead and enjoy the fishing. I'll see if I can make it back to the cabin tonight or tomorrow. No use in ruining your vacation. If for some reason I don't make it back, make sure the boat is docked and tied down securely. Clean and lock up the cabin and drop off the keys."

I left with the Coast Guard and headed to shore.

****

I met Al and Joe in prison twelve years earlier. I was convicted of accepting stolen property, which I'll explain later. Joe and Al also met up in prison. They both did time for assault and battery. It seems each had found their wives cheating on them and beat up his wife's lover. They could have been put in prison for attempted murder, but plea bargained it down to assault and battery. Needless to say they both got divorced.

While in prison the three of us had become good friends and had each other's back. 

When I was soon up for parole, I told them that after I got out that I would do whatever I could to help them out when the time came for their parole. I had served three years before being released on parole.

My dad owned a salvage yard. I'd worked for Dad ever since high school, and eventually took over the business when Dad became ill and passed away.

A year after I was released from prison, Al and Joe were both up for parole. At the hearing, Dad and I told the Parole Board that we had jobs for both men in the salvage yard.

They needed a place to live and Dad mentioned to the Board that next to the salvage yard, he owned a mobile home court and that he would rent Al and Joe each a trailer to live in. Since they had a job offer and a place to live, they both got out of prison.

The paroles happened eight years ago and both men had Dad and me to thank. They were great employees and also now good friends of mine. They were each able to buy a used car at a good price at the salvage yard.

They became mechanics and tow motor drivers. They were Jack of all trades, there wasn't anything that they couldn't do at the salvage yard. All they needed was a new beginning. They even began dating and eventually got married and had homes of their own, each starting a family. There was no doubt that they were grateful to Dad and I for helping them out. They continued to work for us and were well paid.

****

The police took me home since I didn't have my vehicle. As I walked in the door, Abby ran up to me and hugged me. "Thank God, you're safe! I was so worried about you. Where were you?"

"Out on the damn lake fishing until the Coast Guard came up to the boat with weapons pulled! What the hell is going on?"

A man stepped forward. "I'm Detective Able; I'm in charge of this case. We need to know your whereabouts for the last twenty-four hours."

"Bullshit! You guys took me away from my fishing vacation and I want to know why before I tell you a damn thing."

"Fair enough. Your wife called us this morning and said she got a call at her work and that she was told that you were abducted and a ransom of two -hundred-fifty thousand dollars was asked. The caller said he would be calling at your home at three o'clock. We're set up and waiting for the call."

"This has got to be some kind of sick joke. Who the hell would try and abduct me? I own a goddamn salvage yard and a trailer park. You think they want car parts or a used single-wide? Abby, did they say anything else?"

"They said, 'You have twenty-four hours to get the money together or your husband dies. If you notify the police, he dies. I'll call you again at three at your house and give you directions for getting me the money.' I was so scared."

"They told you if you called the police they would kill me and you went ahead and called them anyway. Jesus Christ, if this was for real I could be dead!" Abby started crying.

"Mr. Bell, your wife made the right decision. She didn't know what to do. There is no way she could have handled this on her own."

"It's easy for you to say, it wasn't your fucking life in jeopardy. Mother fuck! What happens now? I'm fine, can't you all just get the hell out of my house? You can see I'm ok."

"Mr. Bell, we have to take every threat like this seriously. We will stay here and see if another call comes in. Now could you tell us about your whereabouts for the last twenty-four hours?"

"Sure! Joe and Al picked me up early yesterday morning. We rented a cabin on the lake for four days. We drove over and got my boat and headed out to fish. We came in last evening and cooked, ate and relaxed at the cabin. This morning we ate breakfast and headed out again until we were accosted by the Coast Guard. You know the rest."

It was almost three and the detective and officers set up a phone tracer on the kitchen table. He was going to have Abby in there to talk to the possible suspects if a call came through. I sat in the living room with two other detectives and drank coffee. They had a speaker phone on the coffee table so we all could hear any conversation.

Detective Able mentioned to Abby to say that she contacted her lawyer so she could get help getting the money together in case the call came through. The Detective was going to play the part of the lawyer. I just sat back and shook my head. I told the other officers, "dammit, I could be fishing."

The phone did ring at exactly three o'clock and Abby answered it. "Mrs. Bell, nice to see you went home early to take my call. Do you have the money ready?" asked the caller. The voice was disguised.

"Not yet, I contacted my lawyer to help me get the money," replied Abby.

"What? I told you if you contacted anyone your husband would be dead. Did you contact the police too?"

"No, no, just my lawyer. I'm sorry but I wasn't sure how to get this money together. You just told me not to notify the police. Please don't hurt my husband."

"Put the fucking lawyer on." She did as she was told and Detective Able took the phone.

"This is John Wells, I'm the attorney for the Bells. What do you want exactly?" We knew he was just wasting time and trying to get a trace on the phone.

"What the fuck is this! We want the fucking money or Bell dies! Is that plain enough? If we find out either you or Mrs. Bell called the authorities, he dies. This isn't some fucking game." 

"I'm not playing a game either. Before we give you that kind of money we need to know you have Mr. Bell and that he is alive."

We could hear commotion on the other end of the phone. Then we all heard a voice. "Abby, it's me Larry. These masked men came in an abducted me right after you left the hotel this morning. Please give them what they want. Please!" Next we heard a thump and a groan. It sounded like someone was hit in the stomach.

"Mother fuck," I said. "That's my fucking loser brother Larry. What the fuck does he mean you were with him this morning?"

"As you see, Sweet Abby. We know you've been lying to us. Was that your husband yelling in the background? Does he know you've been fucking his brother? It seems that we got the wrong Bell. You see we went to the salvage yard yesterday and were told that Mr. Bell went on vacation for a few days.

"We went by your house yesterday morning to see if he left yet when we saw that you were leaving. We followed you to the hotel. Your room was registered to Mr. and Mrs. Bell, so of course we assumed it was your husband. After you left the motel this morning we abducted the wrong Mr. Bell. He told us over and over that we had the wrong man. We didn't believe him till he told us he had a twin brother."

"What do you want now that you don't have Terry Bell?" asked the Detective posing as the lawyer.

"Three hundred thousand dollars by nine tomorrow morning or Larry Bell dies. The extra money is for the fucking lies and trouble we went through. We'll call you tomorrow morning where to bring the money. No more games, no money, he dies!"

The caller hung up and I got up and started yelling at Abby. "You goddamn fuckin' slut! So now you're fucking my brother! I won't give a damn dime to save his ass! The creeps that got him will just save me from killing him myself."

Two officers got between me and Abby and asked me to please sit down. I went to the fridge and got myself a beer and turned on the TV set. "I'll have nothing to do with my gigolo brother or my whore of a wife. As soon as this charade is over, we'll be getting a divorce."

The detective told Abby that he needed to know if what the abductors said was true. He needed to know her every move from the time she left her house the morning before. She was really upset and crying but I acted like she wasn't even there. I didn't care anymore.

Abby did explain to the detective, but tried to talk so I couldn't hear, but I heard everything. She did meet Larry at the motel. His wife thought he was out of town. They had been lovers for a few months now. I sat there getting madder and madder for being played for a chump.

"After dinner last night we went to our room. I'm not telling you about our making love," replied Abby.

I yelled out. "Love? My fucking brother has never loved anyone. He just wanted your skanky ass because you were married to me. He doesn't give a fuck about you and now, neither do I."

Abby continued talking but was now scared of me. She was glad the police were there. "This morning we said goodbye and I would see him tonight. I went to work so everything would look normal. When I got there and settled in, I received the phone call that my husband had been abducted. It was then I realized how worried I was about him. I didn't know what to do so I called the police. I've told you everything else."

"Were you expecting to go back to the room tonight?" asked the Detective.

Looking away from me, she answered, "Yes, we had the room for two nights".

"Fucking whore!" I yelled out.

One of the cops jumped up to restrain me, but I didn't get up, although I wanted to. One time in jail is enough.

****

Larry and I were indeed twin brothers. We might have looked the same but were worlds different. I loved mechanical things, whereas Larry was more interested in girls. We usually got along while growing up but it was because I was the forgiving one.

We both dated but Larry always went after my girlfriends. He was the more suave talker and usually ended up with the girl, dumping them after he got what he wanted. My philosophy was there was a lot of fish in the sea and if the girls wanted Larry so bad, so be it. I was never in love with any of them.

Our mother died of cancer when we were eighteen and we lived alone with our dad till we finished school. Larry wanted to go to college and become a salesman. He had the gift of gab and would be good at it. The only person Larry really cared about was himself.

I on the other hand worried about my father. He owned the salvage business for most of his life. It might have just been scrap metal and junk to most people but was worth over a million dollars. Most of the money was tied up in so-called inventory.

I didn't go to college. I stayed home and helped out my dad. We worked our asses off and helped build the business even more. Dad was really proud of me and of the business.

One night I went to a party and met a young woman. We began dating and within the year got married. She moved into the house with me and Dad. Eventually Dad told us that we could live in the house and he would live in one of his trailers in his trailer court. It was all he needed and would give us more privacy.

My wife Beth and I had two children in the next three years. Everything was going fine till Larry returned from college. One day I saw Larry trying to put the moves on Beth and we got into it. Being the stronger of the two, I knocked him on his ass and I screamed, "If you ever go near her again, I'll fucking kill you!"

Beth had never said a word. She knew to keep quiet when I was mad. I never accused her of anything and she was happy about that. I did have my suspicions. Neither Beth or Larry ever denied anything I had said.

Larry and I rarely saw each other after that day. We did talk but Larry kept his distance from Beth. After graduating college he got a job as a sales rep for a window and siding company. He often spent a couple of days a week on the road but it also gave him the opportunity to meet a lot of women.

He had the gift of gab and always was with women who had money. He would live with them for a while, and after using them he would find another. His job paid okay but nothing near the life style he wanted to live. He lived high on the hog because of the women he was with.

****

Twelve years had past since my marriage to Beth. We had a good marriage but now I always had suspicions about her. But our kids seemed fine. They were the reason I never pushed any cheating issues.

It was about that time when Dad had become ill. He had a stroke but seemed to be working through it. I went out of my way and called Larry and asked him if he would like to join the salvage firm and he just laughed at me saying, 'He wanted nothing to do with our junk yard'.

Of course it made Lew, our dad, feel bad but I told him I would always be there for him. Then one day a man came in with a few vehicles he wanted to get rid of. Dad made him an offer under the table and he accepted it. Unfortunately, Dad had done it a few times throughout the years to get around paying extra taxes.

Because of this he never went through the trouble to check the vehicles against the VIN numbers. A few days later law enforcement came by with a search warrant. Apparently the man who sold the vehicles to Dad told the police he salvaged them at our lot.

They located the vehicles and were getting ready to arrest Dad on receiving stolen property. There was no way I was going to let Dad go to prison. I stepped forward to talk to the agents.

"Sir, I accepted those vehicles. My dad was never aware of it. I was going to do the registration but hadn't got around to it."

All they wanted was someone to arrest. I was arrested and pleaded no contest. I was found guilty and sentenced to five years in prison. My dad was distraught and told me he would do anything for me. I hugged my father and he had tears in his eyes and told me how sorry he was.

I knew the day I was sent away that Dad couldn't survive prison. He already had a heart condition and I didn't want him dying in prison alone.

Beth left me and filed for divorce two months after I was sent up. She said she didn't want to live alone. She got the kids of course, and soon started dating an insurance agent and married him a few months later. I was rather distraught at losing my kids, but said to hell with her.

I corresponded with Dad regularly. He came every month to see me. A couple of his cousins were helping Dad out. There wasn't much I could do from prison in the salvage business. At least Dad trusted his cousins who were a little younger than him.

I did meet Al and Joe while serving time. I thought they seemed like pretty decent guys. They each told me a similar story about catching their wife with their lover. In each case they beat them bad enough that the lovers had to be hospitalized. I could see where this could happen. I almost did it to my own brother.

I told them when they were up for parole I would do my best to help them out. I even talked to Dad about it and he agreed to hire the men when the time came.

After serving three years of my five-year sentence, I was released. I was happy to be out and able to help Dad again. Dad made me co-owner of the business. He told me that way when he passed away it would be my business and Larry could lay no claims against it.

His cousins did a decent job and we kept them on. Dad said they seemed to work a little harder since I came back. It made us both smile. The following year we hired Al and Joe. We kept our promise to the two men. They said they would be forever grateful to us.

A couple of years went by and things were going pretty good and the business was going stronger than ever. I made sure every vehicle we received went through the total checklist. I wasn't about to be spending any more time in prison.

One day I had to rush Dad to the hospital. He had a heart attack. I called Larry and he got a chance to see Dad before he died shortly afterwards. As promised, I inherited the remainder of the business and trailer court, lock, stock and barrel. I also got the house that I had lived in with Beth and then again with Dad after my release from prison.

Larry got money. Dad left him his saving account, stocks and bonds totaling nearly three hundred thousand dollars. He went away happy.

Recently he had married a woman of means. Her husband had died and he was there to console her. Her name was Cora and she was smart enough to have a pre-nupt. Her husband and her owned a real estate business and had done very well for themselves.

I met Cora and talked with her a few times. She was a good-looking woman and seemed intelligent. I guess the loneliness drew her to Larry. She could do an awful lot better, I thought.

This brings us to me meeting my current wife Abigail. We met at a party given by no other than Cora and Larry. Abigail was a looker. Great body and nice looking legs. She would be the type that Larry would have gone after. Too bad she was friends with Cora.




Abducted



She had been married and divorced twice, with no kids either time. She worked in an insurance office in downtown Cleveland. Abby and I started seeing each other on a regular basis. The sex was great and it was nice being with someone again. It wasn't long before we decided to get married.

I had the salvage business incorporated so no one could get their hands on it. Abby brought nearly four hundred thousand dollars into the marriage and hoped that I wouldn't mind having a pre-nupt also. She told me she thought we would be together for life but unfortunately she had been married twice before.

Needless to say, I didn't mind. It fact it protected my assets as well. I knew she built her savings from money from her exes. I really did care for her a lot but not sure I'd call it love. There were always too many unanswered questions about people for me to totally trust them.

My first wife, Beth, agreed to let me see my kids from my first marriage after getting out of prison. It made me feel good that they still called me Dad and I was in their lives. I was now helping put both of them through college.

Life for me was going quite well. The business was doing great. Al and Joe became my best friends and I could see my off spring quite often. I was married to a beautiful woman and the sex was great. Things couldn't have been much better.

A couple of months earlier Abby seemed to act a bit strange. I thought it might be some kind of woman thing and let it go. I did keep my eyes open even though I had no reason to believe she would cheat on me.

I mentioned to her that me and my friends, Joe and Al were going fishing for a few days. There would be no way to get hold of us seeing none of us were taking cell phones. We've made the fishing trip the last six years so it wasn't anything new. Just some time away with the guys.

I did tell her that if she had a true emergency she could always call the Coast Guard. Up until now it never happened.

Chapter 2

The Detective was talking with his equipment operator. They were hoping to get a trace on the number that had called. They knew they were connected more than long enough. "Did we get a fix on the phone?"

"Yes Sir, but not a good one. The caller used a Trac phone which can be bought just about anywhere. They are disposable. You can add minutes if you like on them. I traced the number but that just told us it was bought at a Wal*Mart store. Could have come from anywhere. The tower that picked up the call was in downtown Cleveland."

"Can we narrow it down?" asked the detective.

"Not really, only to about a five mile radius of downtown Cleveland. Hardly much to go on sir."

"Send two men over to the motel and see if we can find out anything. Mrs. Bell, we'll need the name of your motel and your room number. Maybe someone saw something or even a hall monitor might have picked up something. See if Larry Bell's car is still in the parking lot."

Abby gave the officer the information he requested along with the make of his vehicle. Again she was worried and asked about the ransom.

I went ahead and spoke up. "I'm not giving him a fucking nickel. You want his fucking cock so bad, use your own money to pay his ransom. By the way, I think we should notify Cora, seeing it's her husband who was abducted."

"No, we can't call her," said Abby.

"On the contrary, Mrs. Bell. We need to talk to her and see what she might know," said detective Able. "Besides it's her husband and she deserves to know he has been abducted."

"Detective, let me call her. I'll ask her to come to the house and you can question her here," I requested.

"Fine, but get her here as soon as possible," said Detective Able.

"Hello, Cora, Terry here. Is there any chance you can come to our house? It's something important we need to discuss with you," I asked Cora.

"Does this have something to do with Larry? He was supposed to be in Pittsburg and he's not there. Do you know where he is?" asked Cora.

"No, I don't know where he's at. A Detective is at our house and needs to talk to you but not over a phone, so please hurry over here," I asked. 

****

Cora was there within fifteen minutes. I met her at the door and took her hand as she entered the living room. "What's going on? Where's Larry? Is he all right?"

"Mrs. Bell...." said Detective Able.

"Just call me Cora since there are two Mrs. Bells here. Where is Abby anyway? Is she here?"

"She stepped into the bathroom. Cora, can you tell me what you meant when you said your husband wasn't in Pittsburg?" asked Detective Able.

"Do you know where he's at? Why isn't someone telling me anything?" Cora was getting shaky.

I spoke out. "Cora, Larry has been abducted. Listen please! The people who abducted him thought he was me but took Larry by mistake. He's alive but they are asking a ransom."

"My God, I can't believe this! Why would anyone abduct Larry or even you Terry? It doesn't make sense."

"Cora, we need you to tell us everything you can that happened in the last few days," said the detective. "We talked to your husband for a few seconds and know he's alive. We are trying to find out where he is being held."

Cora was a bit nervous but said she would tell them everything she could remember.

"Well, lately I have been wondering if Larry has been cheating on me. He was to go to Pittsburg for two days for one of his shows. He goes to a lot of home remodeling shows. He gave me his motel and room number and said he was sharing a room with another salesman to help cut costs. He has done this many times. This time he seemed a bit different or nervous."

"What makes you think he might have been cheating?" asked the detective.

"He's been more distant lately. You know, too tired to make love. He's also been gone more than usual. Usually one day shows. I needed to know for sure so I was going to have him followed to Pittsburg.

"He left yesterday morning and said he would be gone for two nights. He even called me when he said he had arrived. What he didn't know was I gave his motel and room number to a Private Investigator. I know it was wrong but I needed to know if he was cheating on me. It cost me a thousand dollars but would be worth it to find out that my husband was faithful to me.

"The PI called me this morning and said there was no Larry Bell there. He was registered at the motel and the PI even talked to the other man in the room and he told my PI that Larry did pay for half the room but said he had another engagement, but he didn't know where. He stopped by my office this morning and refunded me five hundred dollars. He said it didn't feel like he earned it since he never saw Larry."

Abby had walked into the room, her eyes all red as though she had been crying. Cora went up to her to give her a hug but Abby held her hands up.

"What's going on? What's the matter, Abby? First you say my husband is being held for ransom and now my best friend is crying and doesn't want me near her. What aren't you people telling me? Terry, you never lie to me, what's going on?"

I handed Cora a beer and told her to sit down. I told her the whole story and about the abduction where they took Larry from the motel room thinking it was me. "The reason they thought it was me is because my fucking wife was doing that with your husband."

"What? Larry and Abby are having an affair?" Looking at Abby Cora said, "You two-faced bitch! When I told you that I thought Larry might be having an affair you comforted me and told me he wouldn't do that to me. Now I find out it's you having the affair with him." Cora started crying.

I put my arm around her and pulled her to me. After she regained her composure the detective asked if there was anything she could add?

'Add?' I thought. 'Was he fucking kidding or what?'

"He's been gambling a lot and has lost a lot of money. I don't know if that would have anything to do with it since they wanted Terry," replied Cora.

The detective asked me is there anyone who I think would try and abduct me. Any enemies or anyone who knew I would have ready cash available.

"That's just it," I said. "I'm worth a lot of money, or at least my business is, but I don't have anywhere near that kind of cash that I could tap quickly. I would need time to sell mutual funds and stock. No way that I would be able to get over say a hundred thousand quickly.

"As far as anyone trying to get money, maybe my asshole brother set this up himself. Since he's sleeping with Abby he probably knows she has a few hundred thousand she could get at quickly."

Abby yelled out. "He'd do no such thing. He loves me and we were going away together. He has never asked me for anything. You're just jealous of him; you have always been."

"You fucking slut-whore!" screamed Cora. "You can have the asshole. I've spent enough on him. He even took money from my account. I should have pressed charges. After his return I want nothing more to do with him."

Detective Able could see things were getting out of hand. He asked everyone to just take it easy for now. "We still have to find the abductors and Larry Bell. Mrs. Bell," looking at Abby. "We need to find a way to get three hundred thousand dollars. Your husband has made it abundantly clear he isn't going to help. Are you able to get that kind of money together? 

"Cora, it is your husband. Do you have that kind of available funds?"

Cora looked over at me. "What should I do Terry? I have a couple of hundred thousand but it's all I have left. He is my husband until I file for divorce."

"Don't waste a fucking dime on him. He doesn't deserve it. He's used you and spent your money for years now. He wants Abby, let her use her finances to bail his ass out."

"It would take almost all I have," replied Abby. "You two are horrible! He's your brother and your husband Cora. Don't you care at all?"

I spoke. "He's an asshole that fucked my wife and cheated on a far better woman. You want to save his fucking ass, then go for it. Personally, I don't give a shit anymore. Cora, I'll be ahead of you on the filing line in Divorce Court Monday. Please bring the coffee, black with sugar for me." Cora didn't say anything but did have tears in her eyes.

Detective Able sent two officers with Abby to go get the ransom money. It was most of what she had left from her savings. Since we got married I paid for everything. She did buy a few personal items for herself and now I suspect gave Larry some money or bought him gifts..

When they arrived back with a satchel of money I stood up and said that I was leaving.

"You can't go," said the detective.

"Why not? Either you arrest me, or I'm leaving and going to go back fishing with my friends. I will be nice enough to take my cell phone in case you need to call me about a funeral." I knew it was a horrible thing to say but at that moment I didn't care.

Cora told them she couldn't stay there at the house because of Abby. She would be going to her home and the detective told her he would have security watching her place till the ordeal was over. He would keep her updated on what was happening.

I looked over at Abby. "I'm going to stay at the cabin for a couple of extra days. As soon as you get your lover back I'll expect you to be moved out of my house. Remember the pre-nupt you wanted? The house is mine."

Detective Able wasn't sure what to do with me. He had no reason to hold me and me being there sure didn't help things. His main concern was getting the hostage back safely. He walked me to my car and told me to watch for anything suspicious. After all I supposedly was the initial target.

I told him I really didn't think I was but thanks for being concerned. I got in my car and headed back to the cabin. A few hours later Al and Joe returned to the cabin. They stopped in town and returned with fresh pizza and more beer. I told them everything that went on.

****

The next morning around eight o'clock I was in my boat and headed out to fish. As I went by the Coast Guard I pulled my very loud fog horn and waved to them. Something told me that they were told to keep an eye out for my boat. I was just making it easy for them. Al was doing the driving.

It was around noon when we headed back to the cabin. We made sure we blew the fog horn again in front of the Coast Guard. We didn't want to make their job of watching us any harder than necessary. Around three o'clock a car pulled up in my driveway. Al and Joe were both just leaving. Al in my car and Joe in his own.

It was Detective Able and two other detectives, all in suits.

"You sure don't look dressed for camping or fishing, so I guess you're here on business."

"Where are your friends going?" asked Detective Able.

"I told them I was going to lease the cabin for a couple of more days and they were welcome to stay. They asked if they could bring their wives and kids out to stay for a couple of days. Of course I said yes and they went to get them. I think they will love it out here. We all came here in Joe's car so I loaned mine to Al to get his family. So, why are you here? Where you able to save my wonderful prick of a brother?"

"I thought I'd come out and tell you what took place this morning. We were able to find your brother. He was pretty shaken up but he'll be all right. I think you were wrong thinking he was part of this abduction."

"I've known him my whole life and he has always been about women and money. I'll stand behind my assumption that he is involved." I told the Detective. "Would you guys like a beer or soda?"

"A coke would be nice. We're on duty so we can't have a beer. All right if we look around the cabin?"

"Go for it. It's kind of messy since we didn't clean up after breakfast this morning. I'll have to straighten it some before the guys get back here with their wives." I laughed.

The two other detectives kind of looked around and Able told me what went on after I left the day before and that morning. I didn't ask but I guess he wanted to gauge my thoughts.

His detectives came back from the motel and no one had seen anything. They said a man asked what room the Bells were in and he told him. The desk clerk said he didn't get a good look at him and they had people backed-up waiting to check out.

It seems that Larry and Abby had a room on the first floor with a hallway entrance and a glass door wall entrance to the outside near the pool. They figured that Larry was abducted and taken out the back way. They asked a number of guests but no one noticed anything. Larry's car was still parked in the motel lot.

He must have left quickly because most all his stuff was still there, even his wallet but there with no money in it. His credit cards were missing also so that maybe if the abductors tried to use them they might catch them.

The other two detectives came and sat with us. I actually got up and got some chips and dip. I went and got each guy another beverage and me a beer. "It looks like you're going to be here awhile if you're going to tell me what went on this morning. You guys might as well have something to snack on. Sorry, don't have any donuts."

The detectives were nice enough and they did thank me for the chips and dip. I also put out some pretzels. I sat back down and let Detective Able continue telling me his story.

He said the abductor did call at nine this morning. He explained that he wanted the lawyer, which Able pretended to be, to drop off the money. The section of town where he was to take the money and where Larry would be was a dangerous area and Abby would not have been safe there.

"So my dear wife took her own savings to pay the ransom on my asshole brother, her lover," I asked.

"Yes, she did. But, we do get the money back in over eighty percent of the cases," said Able.

"So you got Larry home safe and her money back. A good day's work for you."

"We did get Mr. Bell back but we lost the money trail. I'll try and explain what all went down. We thought we were looking for run of the mill kidnappers but these people had a plan. We were caught off guard," replied Able.

"You keep saying they, so you're sure there was more than one person involved?" I asked.

"According to your brother there was a knock on the door minutes after your wife left the motel. He thought she probably forgot something and opened the door. Two men in head masks and hoodies knocked him down and injected him with a knockout drug. The next thing he knew he woke up in what appeared to be a vault or enclosed room with no windows.

"The room was dark, dirty and pretty much empty. There was a bucket for him to use as a toilet and they left six bottles of water but no food. He said he tried yelling but no one answered. There was an old mattress on the floor. I know you think he set this up but I can't see him doing this to himself," said Able.

Detective Able continued on with his story. He was told to take the suitcase of money to an abandoned strip mall, which has been closed for years. I knew the area and it looked like a war zone.

There was an old car parked in one of the old garages. It was an abandoned green Chevy. He was to put the suitcase in the trunk of the vehicle, which had a key in it. Lock the trunk and take the key with him.

The abductors said they had another key to the trunk. Afterwards he was to leave the premises quickly and after the abductors came and checked out the suitcase to make sure there were no dye packs to ruin the money or any type of following devices, they would call the Bells' house and tell them where they could find Larry. Able said he told the guy that the terms weren't acceptable, but was quickly told if the money wasn't there by ten o'clock Larry would die and hung up the phone.

"We argued with the man on the phone but he said that was it or Larry dies. We didn't like the idea but we figured we could keep an eye on the building and the vehicle and see who might come and get the suitcase and we had no choice and went along. As they say, 'Always follow the money trail,'" said Able.

I was interested in how this played out. "So, how did you rescue asshole Larry and not get the money?"

"I did like I was told and put the suitcase in the trunk of the old green Chevy. I quickly left and headed back to be with your wife to wait for the call to come in. Jim and Bob (he pointed to two detectives) were hidden across the street from the mall. They had binoculars and watched the building and car the whole time.

"We waited till noon and no one showed up. I was getting worried that something went wrong. I did have a device sewn in the lining of the suitcase and it showed it was still in the trunk of the car. About a half hour later Mrs. Bell got a call that the money was right and gave us a location to where we could find your bother Larry. He was two buildings down from the garage.

"He was in an old loan office or bank vault. The main locking mechanism had been removed but someone welded a big padlock on the door. There would be no way Larry could have gotten out. Jim used a sledge hammer and kept hitting the lock till it finally broke. Larry was sitting there in the dark in just his underwear. He had drunk five of the six bottles of water and did his best to use the bucket in the dark to relieve himself .

"We questioned him over and over and he had no idea who abducted him. All he could remember was two men in masks. He said they were really pissed when they had the wrong Bell. When they let him talk on the phone he had a sack over his head. Other than that one time he had been alone. That's why I don't believed he would have put himself through this."

"So, what happened to Abby's money? Didn't you just say your device showed it was still in the trunk?" I asked.

"This is unbelievable. While Jim went to find Larry, Bob went back in and opened the trunk of the green car. The suitcase was still there but all the money was removed. The old junker had a false bottom in the trunk. Underneath the vehicle we found a sewer lid had been removed and someone took the money from underneath the trunk and escaped out through the sewer system.




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"We found where the person came out about a hundred yards behind the deserted mall. It was a deserted street full of dilapidated houses. We have nothing that we could follow to see who or where they went. We don't even know how many people were involved other than Larry said he was abducted by two men.

"We had an ambulance take your brother to the hospital but the paramedics said he seemed fine but was very dirty and shaken up. I followed your wife to the hospital to see him. Jim and Bob stayed on site for an hour looking for clues of any kind but found nothing. We had the old Chevy towed to our yard to be looked over. Doubt if we will find anything."

"Did you notify Cora?" I asked.

"Yes, she thanked us and said she would have to go see him and tell him she was applying for a divorce. She was happy that he was safe but that was about it."

The three detectives got up and I thanked them for taking the time to explain things to me but I wanted nothing to do with my brother. The best thing he could do was to stay the hell away from me. Able did ask me one last time if I knew anyone who might want to try and abduct me.

"Detective Able, I own and run a scrap yard and a trailer court. My two best friends were with me. My two cousins were running the yard while we were gone. I have a few part-time employees but no one that would try and kidnap me.

"Abby could have hired someone but what would she have expected to gain? I have bought her everything she has wanted till yesterday. She has never spent a dime of her money on me. I have a brother that is a money hungry gigolo that never has enough. I would still bet my two cents on him." 

It was a while later when Al and Joe showed up with their families. Everyone seemed so happy but they knew about Abby and it made it a bit uncomfortable. She was never close to any of them. I told the guys that I felt a little like a third wheel or party pooper and that I would be staying at a motel for a couple of days.

I told them to enjoy the cabin and my yacht. I totally trusted them with anything I owned, they were true friends. I would be back in two days to dock the boat and close up the cabin. I told them all to enjoy themselves and I would see them at work on Monday.

I decided that some peace and quiet would be best for me. I had to think where I would go from here. I did call Cora and asked her out for dinner the next day; she accepted.

Chapter 3

I met Cora the following day. She looked beautiful but sad. She always dressed like a business woman since she was in Real Estate. We met at the Red Lobster for dinner. We drove separately.

"Why the dinner date Terry?" she asked.

"The last couple of days hasn't been the best and I thought we could use a friend. So, did you see my asshole of a brother yesterday?"

"Yes, I got there shortly after Abby left. I can't believe a friend would do that to me. I never want to see her again. Larry wanted to apologize but before he could I told him to go to hell. This was the last straw. First he stole from me and then cheats on me with Abby.

"I let him know I'm filing for a divorce on Monday and if he tries to fight it I'll file theft charges against him when he forged my name and took money out of my savings account. God, I don't know what I saw in him. I feel so...so stupid for marrying him and then staying with him."

"He's always been a smooth talker. I had hoped he had changed when he married you but I see he hadn't. I'm seeing my lawyer on Monday also. If you want to come along it's fine with me."

She smiled. "Your brother might be the smooth talker but you're the nice one. Always willing to help anyone who needs it. Larry was always jealous of you, but you probably already knew that."

"What did he say about the abduction? Did he own up to setting it up?" I asked.

Cora gave a slight laugh. "He said he had nothing to do with it. He said they were after you but he had no idea why. They seemed really mad when they got Larry instead of you. I'm confused about the whole thing. Is there something you know that you're not telling?"

"Let's drop this for now. Talking about my brother nauseates me. What about going to the lawyer together? We can even catch lunch," I asked.

"Terry, I've always cared for you. Too bad I picked the wrong brother but I didn't know you at the time. We should each handle our own divorces. Someone might think that we set up this abduction to be together." She laughed. "That doesn't mean we can't do dinner or lunch once in a while."

I enjoyed being with here. She seemed so kind and real; so easy to talk too. I've thought about her many times but would never let her know how I felt. We were both married and honored our vows. After the divorce I hoped that would all change.

I made it to the cabin on Sunday and Al and Joe, or their wives, had it all cleaned up. They thanked me over and over for the use of the boat. I told them they were welcome to use it anytime. I even got hugs from the wives. Al and Joe had already taken the boat back and tied and locked it up.

I said goodbye to Joe and his family and told him I'd see him tomorrow but that I would be late. I had to stop by and see my attorney. I drove Al and his family home since he didn't have a vehicle since us three guys rode together. 

I called Abby on Sunday after I went back to my motel and told her I hope she was getting her stuff packed because I would be home Monday after work and she better be gone or would wish she had. It was a threat but I didn't care. I doubt if I would have done anything but throw her ass out.

She wanted to talk about money and the divorce. I told her it was all in the pre-nupt. She gets what she came in with. The house and most everything in it stays with me. When she said most of her money was gone since she used it for Larry, I replied she had my brother to thank for that. Talk to him and he might give some of it back. She got really pissed at me.

"You are a horrible wretched person. You would have let your brother die."

I cut in and said, "I wasn't fucking him. Maybe if he wasn't fucking my wife I might have considered helping him. Anyway, I'm going to the lawyer Monday. You'll be served with the divorce papers later this week. I suggest you sign them."

I received a call from Cora at work on Monday after I got back from the lawyers' office. She told me that Larry had stopped by her office and had taken his things out of the house. He had a small u-haul trailer. She had told him he had better only taken things that belong to him.

Cora mentioned that Larry did try to apologize again but she told him to just leave. She would forward the divorce papers to his company's office in Youngstown. She looked out the window when he left and saw Abby in her car following Larry. My guess was she rented the u-haul and my asshole brother helped her take her things.

When he reached the door Cora said she told him that she had dinner with me on Saturday and that I said if I ever see him again, he will be a dead man. I never said it but Cora said it scared the shit out of Larry.

Cora had told Larry and also Detective Able that she canceled all the credit cards that she knew of that Larry had that was in both of their names. She wasn't paying any more bills for him. She told Able because he was looking for any activity on the stolen credit cards. The case wasn't closed in his book till he caught the abductors and hopefully retrieved the money.

The case was now on the back burner since they found Larry.

Things were back to normal at work. At least twice a week Cora and I had dinner together. We both applied for our divorces and the attorneys said it would be about ninety days. We were both surprised that neither Abby or Larry questioned the divorce. Of course it would have been a waste of their money and time since we both had pre-nupts.

Cora and I became close over the next month or so and she confided in me. She told me that Larry had went to Las Vegas a few months before and that's when he forged her name and took over a hundred thousand dollars. She didn't find out till he was to take his two day trip to Pittsburg. She had seen her bank savings statement.

At first she just wanted to tell him she found out but then she wanted to know why. She first thought that most of it was probably to cover gambling debts. She wondered if he might have been with another woman. Cora asked me if we could cross referenced Abby and Larry's schedule and found out that both were out of town that weekend. Abby was suppose to have gone to Iowa to visit her sister for a couple of days.

Now I acted more pissed than ever and figured, I told Cora, I needed a little revenge. It would have to wait a while though. It was too soon since the abduction.

We did find that Abby and Larry were living together outside of Cleveland. They were leasing an apartment for now. Both were still working. We didn't know if they were happy or not. Cora said maybe I should leave well enough alone; it was over.

Cora told me that Larry thought I was a joke going to prison to protect my Dad. There is no way he would have ever done that. She thought it was a wonderful and heroic thing to do for my ill father.

I knew I was falling in love with her. I just like being around her. Sometimes you just feel at home around certain people; Cora made me feel that way. I asked her if she would marry me when our divorces were final. We hadn't even had sex or made love yet, but I meant what I said.

"Terry, are you sure you want to do this. I must not be the best lover since my husband needed another woman." But she didn't say no and did smile.

"Our divorces are final next month. Let's celebrate together and spend a night together and then you can decide. I already know how I feel." I had no doubts about my feeling for her. Being around her made me happy.

****

The month passed and we both received our divorce papers the same week. Cora said she would go away with me for the weekend. I decided to take her to Pittsburg. I reserved us a room at the Sheraton Inn. I knew it was a beautiful place and we could tour the city.

We left on Friday and I went through Youngstown to cross the Ohio River and into the tip of West Virginia and then over to Pittsburg, Pennsylvania. I stopped to get the car fueled up in Youngstown using a credit card. I then made a stop at the Chase bank but they were closed so I put a large deposit in the night deposit.

I mentioned to Cora that I meant to deposit money before I left but since it was the same bank I would drop it off there. It was too much money to be carrying around.

We had dinner at the Sheraton. It was wonderful being with her. After dinner and a few drinks we went up to our room. It was there I kissed her for the first time. It was everything I knew it would be. She was so soft and warm as I hugged her. We dimmed the light and got undressed. We lay on the bed and made love. Her breasts were soft except for her hardening nipples. She took care of her body and looked much younger than her thirty-eight years. I kissed down her soft belly, which was still tight.

She wasn't able to have kids and told me I didn't need to use protection unless I wanted to; I didn't. After kissing her tummy I moved down to her neatly trimmed bush. Rubbing my face over it and moving down into the valley between her legs, I gave her oral sex and felt her pussy getting wet. Her moans were turning me on.

The first time we did it, I got between her legs and held them up with my hands while she guided my cock into her. We started off slowly and built up momentum. We were both makings sounds and I felt her coming.

"Oh God! So Good! More please, Terry. Make love to me." That's what she said, "Make love to me." I pumped hard and faster into her till I erupted with a huge climax. I held my cock deep in her till I felt her spasms stop and my cock go limp.

I got up and took a piss and when I returned to the room, I turned off the light and cuddled up to my new love.

The next morning we took showers and toured some of the city seeing the Carnegie Institute, which is a museum. Afterwards we decided to go see a baseball game. We weren't Pirates fans, being from Cleveland but we just thought it would be fun acting like two young kids and had a wonderful time.

We went out to dinner again and back to our hotel where we had a couple of drinks and danced for a while. It was just nice being together. Later we went back to our room and made love again. This time I lay on my back and Cora slid down onto my cock. It felt so good in her hot and very wet pussy.

It was so hard to believe that my dumb ass bother would cheat on a woman like this. Beautiful, wonderful and fun to be with, a great lover, everything I could ask for in a girlfriend or wife.

The next day we headed back to Cleveland, going through Steubenville and up through a number of small Amish towns. We stopped and even did a little shopping and sightseeing. I dropped her off at her home and told her I would like to see her Monday after work.

On Monday she made us dinner. The woman could cook too. When we finished eating there was a knock at the door. Cora went and answered it; it was Detective Able.

"Mrs. Bell, may I come in? I have a couple of questions to ask you."

"Of course, please come in. Terry, Detective Able is here." I walked into the room and he seemed a bit surprised to see me.

"Before you say anything. Cora and I have been seeing each other occasionally. I want you to know it started after we found out about our cheating exes," I told the Detective.

"You're two adults, what you do is your business. I have a couple of questions concerning the credit cards that you canceled that were stolen. Do you still have a list of them?

"Yes, it's in the desk. I'll get it for you." She went and got the list and handed it to Detective Able. "What is this about exactly?" asked Cora.

"I noticed that you canceled one Chase card that you both used. Is that correct?"

"Yes, why?" asked Cora.

"Your husband had another Chase card that was used last Friday at a gas station in Youngstown. Larry Bell was in Youngstown Friday at his corporate office. He said he goes there every other Friday. He said he didn't use the card Friday and that it was one that was stolen."

"I only canceled cards that I had duplicates of. I never knew he had another Chase debit card. Was I on that card too?"

"No, he said it was just him on the card. He did say he ordered a new card but hadn't used it."

"So what do you want from me? You can have the list of the cards I canceled. That's the best I can do. I'm sorry I can't be of much help but it seems like Larry's problem not mine."

"You're right. I just needed verification on the cards you canceled. You see not only was this card used for a gas purchase but also there was a night deposit made after hours to the same debit card. Someone deposited a hundred thousand dollars into the account which beforehand had a balance of seventy-five thousand dollars."

"What?" I asked. "You're saying someone deposited a hundred thousand dollars into Larry's savings account? Who would do that other than Larry himself? Did you question him about it?"

"Yes, he wasn't sure what to say. Your ex wife was there and wanted him to tell her where the money came from and how come he didn't tell her he had another seventy-five thousand dollars?

"Your brother just clammed up and said he wasn't going to answer any more questions. You might have been right after all, Mr. Bell, about your brother but we can't prove anything. We were just monitoring the cards that were reported stolen. Your brother said that card wasn't stolen but he wasn't sure at the time he gave me a list."

After the Detective left Cora looked at me. I knew she wanted to talk to me. I decided to start the conversation by asking her if she was going to marry me. 

"Terry, I care for you, I really do. I have one problem and it's a big one." said Cora.

"What is it? I'm sure we can work it out if we try."

"It goes back to the abduction. I feel you know more than you've told me. If we were to marry I need you to trust me. I've been married twice and both husbands have lied to me. I don't mean just the cheating. I don't want to go through that again."

"What makes you think I know more?" I was smiling at her.

"Terry, we were in Youngstown Friday. You got gas and stopped at the Chase bank to make a deposit. I've cared for you for a very long time. I know you felt the same about me but we were both all ready married. I believe you found out about Abby and Larry and set up this abduction thing so I would see what a bastard I was married to."

"So, what is it you want to know? If I knew about it? If I was involved?"

"Just the truth; that's all. I want to always be able to trust you and for you to trust me. You made that deposit at the bank knowing I would question it," replied Cora.

This was a big step for me. As big of a trusting step as I have ever taken except of Al and Joe. Cora was right; I should trust her more than anyone else if we were to be together and she should trust me as well.

"Ok! I'm just giving you a few particulars. One of my best customers had said he thought he saw me in Las Vegas. He said he walked up to a guy who he thought could have been my twin. The guy was all wrapped around a woman like it was his lover.

"He said, 'How the hell are you, you dumb son of a bitch.' He said the guy got pissed at him and told him to get lost. It was then he realized it wasn't me. I showed him a picture of Abby and me and asked if it looked like the woman the man was hanging on? He said it was and I told him it was my twin brother and his wife.

"He said, 'Damn, he was all over her and wasn't afraid to grab her right there in the casino. Must be newlyweds.' I just agreed with him. I called Abby's sister and she had never been there so I knew what was happening.

"Abby went to Las Vegas with Larry and I figured you were the one paying for the trip. I paid for her airfare supposedly to her sister's house. I checked Abby's savings account and she didn't withdraw any money for the trip. It was then I decided to find a way to get even. I enlisted the help a couple of close friends that I knew I could trust. The rest is history."

"Would you have let him die?" asked Cora.

"Of course not, but I wanted him to suffer. I despise him but he is my brother. I was just hoping you wouldn't help bail him out. I was surprised Abby put up the money but I'm pretty sure she thought she would be getting it back after they found the abductors."

"Why did you give him that money back on Friday? I don't understand."

"I threw away all his credit cards except the one in his name only after you mentioned you canceled all of them. I checked it out and when I found out the balance was seventy-five thousand dollars I figured it was the money he took from you. A card with that kind of money in it I was sure he would have reported missing or had a duplicate card but not told you.

"I bought gas on it to make Detective Able aware a card was being used. I deposited the money in his account. He's so money hungry that there is no way he would say he didn't deposit that money. At the same time I figured it would ruin the relationship between Larry and Abby.

"She would always believe that it could be her money, and actually it was," I laughed. "He would have no way to explain where he came across that kind of money."

"What did you do with the rest of the money?"

"I didn't want any of it. I bought shares of stock in my company for my two friends who helped me out. Fifty thousand dollars each and had it put in their names. They now each own about four percent of my company's stock. I told them not to mess with it for awhile. They both said they liked having an interest in the business.




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"The last hundred thousand I held back for you. It's the money my brother stole from you. I figure you should put it in your real estate account seeing a lot of money must go through there."

Cora wasn't sure what to say. I was a criminal who abducted her husband. What do you do with a guy like me? I was as honest as possible, telling her the truth. She knew I did it for revenge on both Abby and Larry but yet also helped her. I took none of the money for myself.

"Well, I told you everything. I guess it's up to you if you feel you can trust me. I love you Cora and want you in my life and promise to not lie to you."

She kissed me and walked me to her bedroom and we made love.

Epilogue:

We got married two weeks later. We decided to rent the cabin and have the wedding there. It was so nice out there. Al, Joe and their families were there as well as all my other employees. Cora's parents were there. I met her sister and some of her other relatives and the few people she had working for her.

It was too cold to go swimming but everyone took rides on the yacht. No one ever mention Abby or Larry. Nothing was mentioned about the abduction but I did see Cora give Joe and Al, a hug. She knew who my true friends are.

We had the wedding catered and lots of food and music. Cora and I knew we were surrounded by true friends and family. Her parents were a bit shocked that I looked like Larry until Cora told them he was my twin brother.

After everyone left, Cora and I took a moonlit ride on the yacht. It was the first time I ever had sex on it. We spent four days fishing and just enjoying being together.

Cora and I did have a pre-nupt but it only covered the businesses. I owned my salvage yard and she owned her real estate business. Everything else we shared. I sold my house I lived in my whole life and Cora sold hers. We bought a condo together so we could both start over fresh.

It was wonderful coming home to Cora. Sometimes we ate out and at other times we ate at home. Al and Joe's wives became Cora's best friends. Since Cora couldn't have kids we often watch their kids. We were Aunt Cora and Uncle Terry. We're now considering adoption.

The last we heard Larry and Abby were no longer together. In fact we heard Larry moved out of state, which was fine with me. Cora did say she saw Abby a few times while she was out doing business. She had gained some weight and was dating someone in her insurance firm. She never speaks to her and just shakes her head when she sees her.

We've never heard back from Detective Able. So I guess the abduction case is closed for now.

For us, 'Life is good'.

Thank you for reading my story
Comments are welcome and appreciated.

DG Hear 



Abducted



He leans over my ear and whispers:

'Are you going to obey me, or am I going to have to hurt you?'

His blue eyes glimmer in the twilit room. I am gagged and roped. I know I'm sitting down, but I can't move her arms or legs.

'Do you want me to untie you?' He asks.

I nod instantly.

'Then you will not try to run, because, for one, you would get nowhere, and second, I will punish you.'

I slightly nod again.

He suddenly removes the tape that was gagging me, but doesn't untie my limbs.

I look at him pleadingly, whispering, begging, 'please, please let me go.'

'No.' He answers coldly.

'What do you want with me?'

'I want to fuck you.'

That catches me off guard. I start to panic right now, wriggling around the ropes, not wanting to face what's about to happen.

'Stop that, you'll only hurt yourself.'

'Please!!' I scream. 'I'll give you anything! Money, is that what you want?'

'Don't play dumb,' he continues coldly. 'I already said I wanted to fuck you.'

I hang my head low, defeated. Afraid.

'Also, I should just let you know by now that screaming won't help you. We're underground, no one will be able to hear you.'

I start to tremble uncontrollably, my mind whirling. I was going to get raped, and there was no way to escape.

'Do you know who I am?' He asks.

'No...'

'Good.'

'Does he know me?' I think.

He picks up scissors from a table and approaches me. He then passes one thumb over my cheek to dry my tears. He proceeds to look intently into my eyes and starts cutting my shirt, from the bottom, to my neck. My bra is black lace, which he saves no time cutting too. Suddenly my breasts are bare; in front of this man I don't know. I instinctively try to cover my chest with my hands, so I pull on the ropes, but it is impossible to budge. He smiles at my attempt.

My breasts aren't big, but round and firm. He starts touching one, and my face turns in revulsion. First softly, with the palm of this hand; then the grasp gets stronger and I shudder. His fingers close around a nipple and I wince as he presses it, unmercifully. Again and again, till it is hard and pointy. He does the same with her other breast.

'Do you like that?'

I was terrified to answer, but something made me just a tiny bit brave.

'No.'

He pinches harder. 'What's that?'

'Yes,' I mutter through the discomfort.

He picks up a collar and put it tight around my neck. He smiles again as he takes a step back and looks at me. I blush in embarrassment, and turn my gaze to the floor. He searches for something in a drawer and returns with what I think resembles clothes line clamps. He reaches for my left nipple and I wince in anticipation, as he squeezes the nipple with his fingers and places the clamp on it while I am able to muffle a scream of pain. When he clamps the other nipple, I start breathing heavily, trying to sustain the agonizing torture.

'I will warn you again,' he said coldly, 'not to try to escape. I will hurt your pretty little face. Understand?'

I manage to nod in agreement, and he turns around to untie my feet. I stand up, even though my legs are a bit numb.

'No, no,' he says then, 'kneel.'

How much more humiliation can I sustain?

'No!' I yell, defiantly. I didn't see it coming, the hard slap on my face. It stings like hell and tears fall from my eyes again. I had never been struck before. He grabs my long hair at the base of my neck, holding my head back and pushes me to my knees. 'Don't ever make me tell you anything twice again.'

I obey him and he touches my chin, lifting my head and making me look at his huge blue eyes. 

'Unzip me.'

I kneel and do as he says.

He then takes out his huge cock, and I start trembling again, terribly close to weeping.

'Suck my cock.' He demands.

I look up at him pleadingly. He looks deep into my eyes.

'What's your name?'

'Tess.' I mutter.

'Tess,' he says slowly, 'you already know what happens if I have to tell you to do something twice. Don't you?'

My hands bound behind my back have me confused and off balance and I struggle to maneuver his erection over my lips. Once it is fully in my mouth, so warm and hard, I start moving my head back and forth, slowly.

'Is that all you can do?' He sneers.

I look up, the head of his shaft still in my mouth. It's helpless. I have never done this before. He grunts and pushes it all the way to the back of my mouth, making me gag. The huge cock fills my mouth, stretching my lips wide as he holds my head firm. With each thrust he hits the back of my throat, making me gag and convulse from head to toe. A sick feeling takes over me as I feel the bile rises up. But I tell myself to keep it down, it's already too demeaning. I make ridiculous noises each time his shaft hits the back of my throat and my eyes get watery again.

He picks up speed and I close my eyes with a deep frown, trying my hardest not to retch.

'Open your eyes,' he commands, without slowing the movements of his hips.

I open them, but it's tough to see through the tears that were already spilling out. He slows for a moment and, hopeful, I imagine he is close to finishing, but he holds my head tightly and shoves his entire cock inside my throat. I feel the head passing through the back of my throat and lodging deep inside of me. I convulse and gag and try to shake my head free but he is too strong. I struggle for breath, but he is not letting me go. It seemed like an eternity, but finally he takes his cock out of my throat in one quick motion and I fall back, gasping for air.

He doesn't spare me one minute to recover, as I feel his hands on my hair, pulling me back to my knees. I pant and my chest heaves, but he is still not done. He again pushes his cock into my mouth; he pulls it back slowly and then and pushes it in fast, all the way deep down my throat. He repeats that about a dozen times. He finally pulls it out. Is it done?

'Open wide.'

I do so. He positions his cock in front of my open mouth and jerks off for about ten seconds. The first thick shot hit my nose; then I feel one go inside my mouth, the taste is terrible, spreading on my tongue. He holds his cock in his right hand and uses it like a paintbrush to smear his cum onto my face. I can feel it in my forehead, eyes, cheeks, mouth... dripping down on my bare breasts.

'Clean yourself up.' He says when he's done.

I look around for a towel or a cloth, but there's nothing.

'What are you looking for?' He asks, with a chuckle, 'drink all of it.'

I stare in terror.

'Go on. Use your fingers, guide it all into your mouth. And swallow it.'

I do as he says and gag with each gulp. When I'm done, I feel like I'm about to puke. And I convulse, and my stomach turns, but nothing comes out.

'Didn't you like it?' He asks coldly.

I knew better this time.

'I did.'

'Great, there's more later.'

He takes off his shirt. His muscles gleam in the dim light.

'Stand up,' he says while taking off his pants.

He comes closer, turns me around and unties my hands. Only to tie them back, this time in front of me. 

'Down.'

I kneel.

'No,' he smiles triumphantly. 'On all fours.'

My heart drops. How much humiliation is too much? But I didn't want to feel his heavy hand slapping my face again. I got down, staring at his feet, my hands and knees on the dirty floor of what started to like a dungeon.

He stoops to the floor to take hold of the leash and starts walking. I felt a tug at my neck and remember I am wearing the collar. I feel humiliated, walking around the room on all fours being led by a leash, like a dog. I have to walk very slowly because my hands are tied, and he clamps on my breasts make it difficult to crawl, the side of my arms keep hitting the clamps, sending me new waves of pain with every step.

We arrive in front of a bed. He reaches for the nipple clamps and takes them out slowly. The pain is even bigger when the clamp leaves my nipples, and I almost scream.

He grabs me by my neck, chocking me, and shoves me onto the mattress on my belly.

'Bottoms up!'

I had learned not to disobey him. With my cheek on the mattress, my butt is in the air, completely exposed and helpless.

I see him propping himself on the bed, kneeling in front of my vulnerable ass. He raises one hand and lands it with extreme force on my ass. I flinch.

'Don't you dare move!'

He alternates ass cheeks, never softening the blow. My butt is feeling red hot and I start sobbing again.

'No! Please, please, stop!' I scream.

But it was no use. When he finishes I am without a breath, and my legs are so tired I can barely sustain my weight anymore.

'You don't have a boyfriend, do you, Tess?' He wants to know, while a tear trickle down the side of my nose and he massages the welts on my ass.

I shake my head barely.

'But have you ever been fucked?'

I averted my eyes. His smile gets wider.

'Oh. So I'm about to fuck a virgin.'

He touches my sex and I start to flinch away from him, but he grabs my leg with his other arm.

'But look,' he says, 'you're already all wet. You like this, don't you, Tess?'

I refuse to look at him.

'I think you are a slut at heart, don't you agree? Aren't you going to answer me, slut?'

'I don't know what you want me to say.'

'Have you ever played with your pussy, though?'

I blush deeply and I don't need to answer this time, because he already knows the answer. Suddenly his finger slips into my pussy. And I shiver, trying to get away.

'Stay fucking still, slut!'

His finger fucks me for a while, then he takes it off and he walks to where my head is lying on the bed.

'Taste it,' he commands.

I open my mouth and his fingers touch my tongue.

'Clean it, slut.'

I lick and suck it clean, trying not to breathe, so the taste is less horrible.

'Good doggie,' he mocks.

He props me up, sitting me down to face him, with extreme ease. Why does he look at me like that? So seriously? He leans down and touches the skin above my breast with his lips. He plants soft kisses on the sore nipples, with a tenderness that I can't seem to understand. It starts feeling good, and I let go a little bit. Next thing I know he is looking at me with a sly smile on his face. He saw me. He noticed I was enjoying that. I blush. He reaches for the scissors again and this time unties my hands.

'Stand up,' he instructs sharply. 'Go over to that desk. Bend over it. I want your ass in the air, so stand on your toes and lay your cheek on the desk; I want to see your face. Hold on to the edge of the desk. Yes, that's it.'

He takes a step or two back and objectively surveys the scene. He walks over, leans his body over mine for a moment and when he straightens up, with his left hand gripping the desk for extra support, he slaps my ass hard with his right. I think to myself, yes, I can handle this, it stings, but it's not so very bad. Don't start crying again, you can take this! I am so very wrong. After a couple more blows I hear something rattling. I turn my head around toward him and see he's holding a think brown leather belt. All the while he watches my face intently; I try desperately not to look at him, but the sight of the belt got me panicking again. I take my hands off the edge of the desk. I don't know what to do, but I'm certain my already sore ass won't be able to bear a belt.

'Don't you dare move, I am far from being done. You will stay still, you hear me?' His tone always calm and devoid of emotion.

It frightens me enough to overcome my weakness and I grip the edge harder, forcing myself to remain erect as he desires.

'Count it out loud.'

The first strike of the belt shocks me even if I already expected it. It feels so much more raw and brutal then his hand had on my already tender ass.

'O-one,' I manage to let out.

When I get to five I just can't control my body anymore, which trembles relentlessly, and my chest racks with sobbing.

'Six,' I whisper with conspicuous hurt on my voice, in between sobs.

The seventh one lands with a little bit less brutality. And I still sob while I wait, terrified, for the eighth. But it is taking too long. My crying gradually simmers down and after a few more seconds I apprehensively turn my head to look at where he's standing. He is still there, holding the belt in his right hand. I stare at him a little more and when I realize he's not going to strike me again I sink to my knees. I've never felt weaker. 

My chin is tucked into my chest and my hands cover my face as I sob as silently as I can. His hand seizes my hair, so tightly that I realize he must have wrapped it around his fist, and he pulls me up and tosses me back on the desk.

'I'm still not done,' he says, hoarsely.

I'm too tired to even beg. I feel something touching my pussy, trying to intrude. And all at once I am aware again. He's going to fuck me now. I freeze at the touch of the head of his cock on my pussy. He grabs my ass cheeks and pushes. One single shove that penetrates me whole. I scream as it feels like my pussy is being torn apart. He begins ramming at it, mercilessly, and I muffle screams and sobs. He takes his cock out.

'Do you want my cock in your ass?'

'Oh, please, no!' I beg. 'Haven't you had enough?'

'No,' he answers dryly.

I feel something cold and slick on my butthole and I realize he's rubbing lube on it. Seconds later he places the tip of his cock there and pushes. I see stars at the pain; nerve endings scream and as he continues to push harder and harder; he whispers in my ear, 'If you resist my cock it will only be worse for you.'

My knuckles have turned white from grasping the desk so tightly. I resign myself to it, so that I can quickly get it done with, despite the fear and the pain. I finally feel the head of his cock break past my anus and the pain changes into something else, emanating through my whole body. With his head totally inside me, he pushes the rest of his cock in further and further until I feel his balls against my ass and know he is fully inside me. 

He moves the hair from my neck and kisses me there. I have no time to register how stunned I am at this unexpected tenderness because as soon as his lips leave my neck, he proceeds to fuck my ass vigorously. I can't catch my breath; I am so shocked at the pain of his erection impaling me over and over again. He is all the way inside of me, his balls banging against my shaved pussy. He reaches down and picks up his belt, still warm from beating me earlier, and wraps it around my neck. I wheeze as it cuts into my windpipe. He takes the end of the belt and pulls it tight against my throat and begins fucking me again, pulling his cock nearly out of my ass and then slamming it back in, with my back arched as he pulls on the belt secured tightly around my neck.

Finally he pulls out of me and I feel the tug of his hands on my hair, positioning me at his feet, kneeling me in front of his cock.

'This time you won't spill a drop,' he warns me.

He puts his engorged cock inside my mouth and instantly shoves it inside my throat. When it is there I feel it shake, ready to explode. He doesn't let his cock budge inside of me, and he knows I can't breathe. My chest convulses as the gag reflexes inevitably come, and then I feel hot thick salty cum filling my throat, gushing through its walls. Some of it suddenly fills my mouth, but most just keeps flooding down my throat, making me gag and choke. For one second I thought he was going to remove his cock, but he starts drilling my mouth, pumping and pumping its goo into me, which starts dribbling out of my mouth and nose.

When he's done, I crumble to the floor, coughing and gasping for air. He grabs me by the arm and throws me on the bed. This time he doesn't tell me what position to take, he forces my body where and how he wants it. I am on all fours on the bed, my face pushed into a pillow, and my ass high, totally naked.

'I'm thirsty,' he says, 'I'm going to get a drink. I'll trust you not to move, not because I trust you, but because you know how much you'll regret it if you do. Tell me you'll be a good slut. I want you to say it.'

The hoarse sound of my voice startles me as I reply, 'I'll be a good slut.'

When he returns I'm still lying in the bed on the same position, even though my neck was very uncomfortable.

'Good slut,' he says. 'Sit up straight.'

When I'm sitting down he comes over and sits next to me on the bed. I am so scared of him, and yet, a part inside of me wants him to want me. A part of me wants more.

He softly roots his hand on the side of my neck, just above my jaw line, looks deep into my eyes and kisses me. A tender, but passionate kiss, that lasts a while. When he's done, he looks at me and smiles.

'Same time next week, Tess?'

I don't even hesitate to find my answer, and I can't believe I'm saying it.

'Yes.' 



Abducted and Bound



"Make sure you call us every morning and night."

"I'll try Mom, but the reception up that way is spotty," I told her. "If you don't hear from me it doesn't mean anything. I'll be fine."

"I don't see why you can't go with someone," she said for the hundredth time. "Have you asked your friend Kenny?"

Kenny was the reason I had decided to go on this camping trip, because unknown to my parents, my "friend" Kenny was much more than a friend, and we had an argument earlier in the week. Long story short, Mom would not be seeing Kenny around the house anymore.

I was hurting, and when I felt like this all I knew is that I wanted - needed - to be alone. A couple days of seclusion, and time to sort things out in my head, and I would be fine. Kenny wasn't the first guy I had dated and broken up with, he was the second. I'm sure there would be another someday, but for right now all I wanted to do was sulk and pout.

No better place to do that than up around Forked Lake in the Adirondacks, or so I figured. There was a place way back off the beaten path, and up in that area even the paths weren't that well traveled. There was a place that my father had taken me years ago that was as secluded as you could ask for. You could stay back there a week and not see another person, and that was what I wanted.

To make sure, I purposely "forgot" my cell phone at home. Mom would see that and fret and fuss, and then nag me when I got back, but it would be worth it in the end.

****

The little clearing at the far end of the oddly shaped lake was just as I had remembered it. The lake itself was unnavigable for anything but canoes, making it less popular than most places, and because it took a couple of hours to backpack in from the highway, most people didn't venture this far back.

My backpack probably weighed close to half of my own 150 pounds, but I was so pumped for this getaway that I hardly noticed it. I saw nobody - not even on the actual trail, and once I got to the bushwhacking part I knew there would be nobody around.

"Beautiful," I whispered to myself after I had set up camp and looked out from the boulder that served as a chair out near the shore of the lake.

It was a warm evening, and after I set up and had a light dinner, I decided to take a dip in the lake. No need for a bathing suit back here, so I went in naked, the chilly water making me shiver as I waded in.

I'm not much of a swimmer, so I didn't venture out all that far, only to where the water was chest high. From there, I could see down around the bend to the main body of the lake. As the sun began to hide behind the mountains there was nary a ripple in the water. Not even a canoe could be seen. Seclusion.

All of a sudden, I heard the snap. A branch being stepped on over behind where my campsite was set up, and there, looking out at me while I was wading, was this man. When our eyes met he quickly looked away and retreated into the woods before I could get a good look at him, but what I saw was disconcerting to say the least.

He looked like an older man, rather tall and thin, and was wearing denim. The weird part was that he looked like he had on one of those fake nose and glasses - either that or he was one ugly guy.

Why would anybody be wearing a disguise back here, I wondered as I crouched down into the water. At first I supposed that my eyes might have been playing tricks on me, because after all it was dusk and the light wasn't too good.

Probably a guy who had known about this spot too, and had planned a secluded getaway just like I had. Thankfully he wasn't one of these social guys who decides to make a new friend and sets up camp next to you. Not much I could have done about that, because the woods are free and all, but it would have been hell and not what I had been looking for.

Now the crackling of the twigs was getting more and more distant, as I assumed the man went to try and find another place to camp. I came out of the water, my hands over my privates, and came to shore.

I dried off and put my jeans on, and in the fading light I made sure that my food was hung up in the tree high enough to keep the bears away, and made a tiny fire in the little fire ring that had been there since before I was a boy.

The night was clear and the bugs weren't bad at all. I was debating whether or not to sleep outside, because the tent seemed like it might be humid, and as I stared up at the sky and tried to pick out the various constellations above me, I remember a feeling coming over me. A feeling that I was not really alone.

I believe I started to sit up, but was pushed back down and something came over my face. The smell reminded me of something from Science class back in 7th grade, and while I'm sure I tried to fight off what was happening to me, I know I wasn't successful. 

I recall feeling like I was a child again for a moment, being carried off to bed by my father, but that feeling went away, and when I woke up, I found myself here.

*****

Where exactly "here" was I did not know. I was on my back, and what I was resting on felt like a mat of some kind. Cold plastic against my bare back. I was blindfolded, and there was something stuck in my mouth. My hands were tied above my head with what felt like clothesline. 

Scared? I was beyond scared. My head was still spinning as whatever had been used on me began to wear off, and I wanted to spit out whatever was in my mouth, but I felt a hand on my face when I tried to get rid of it.

"Are you alright?" the voice asked. "Nod if you are."

I nodded. The voice was eerie. Almost robotic in nature, it was a deep monotone that reminded me of something mechanical or coming from a person who had speech problems. Whatever it was, it didn't make me any less terrified.

"I'm going to take the gag out of your mouth," the voice said. "You can scream if you want, but you know that it would be futile. You know that no one will hear you. I'm not going to hurt you. I promise you that, just so long as you don't try anything stupid. Understood?"

I nodded and was rewarded when that cloth was removed from my mouth. I choked and coughed after it came out, and when I was able to talk I asked for a drink, because my mouth was parched.

"Here," said the voice, and I felt a straw at my lips. I sucked on it and whatever it was, it made my mouth wet. After greedily drinking all I could, the straw was taken away.

"What are you doing?" I asked, noticing the scent of a candle that had to be very nearby. "Why am I tied up like this?"

"You won't be for long," the voice said, and the voice was now farther away.

I could hear a clicking sound, much like a camera, and after that stopped I heard the rustling of clothing coming from above me. The man was undressing, and so I assumed that the mat I was resting on was on the floor. 

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Ssh," said the voice, and what sounded like a belt hitting a floor was followed by the swishing sound of pants being taken off.

"You shouldn't be out in the woods alone," the voice said, and I could feel his knee against my side. "Especially a young fellow like you. How old are you, son?"

"Eighteen," I said, jumping when I felt a hand on my chest. "Nineteen at the end of the month. I - I really want to be nineteen."

"You will be," the voice said, his hand feeling large as it gently rubbed my chest. "I would never hurt you. I've never hurt anybody in my life."

"Then why am I tied up?" I said.

"For safety. Our safety," the voice said. "It won't be for long."

"I mean, I'll do anything you want me to," I assured him.

"I know," the voice said coldly.

"No, I mean if you want me to do things - I'm... bisexual," I finally blurted out, not quite ready to admit that I was only interested in one gender these days.

"That's nice," the voice said, his hand sliding up towards my neck, moving my necklace out of the way, and from there his fingers stroked my nipples. "How many male lovers have you had?"

"Two," I said, gasping when the stroking of my nipples became plucking, and my little buds became rock hard despite my fear.

"I remember when I was your age," the voice said as the hand slid over my collarbone and began toying with the tiny wisp of hair under my arm. "So fresh and innocent. Two male lovers, you say?"

"Yes," I said, trying not to cry and losing.

"Then," the voice said. "I'll be your third."

****

"Don't cry," the voice said after I broke down.

"I'm scared," I sobbed.

"I told you I won't hurt you. You have nothing to fear."

"Then untie me," I said - begged. "I won't try and get away. I swear. Just untie me and take the blindfold off."

"Then you could see me," the voice said. "You wouldn't like that. I'm not very - attractive. If you saw me at a bar you would run away from me."

"I don't care about looks and stuff like that," I said. "I'm not like that."

That was bullshit, of course. I was as superficial as every other 18 year old on the planet, and he probably knew it.

"Just relax," the voice said, and as the hand slowly went down my body, I kept asking for him to stop.

"You have such a magnificent body," the voice said, the hand now on my stomach and near the top of my jeans. "So trim and athletic, and so smooth. Do you go to college?"

"Yes."

"Freshman?"

"Sophomore - will be," I whimpered, feeling the hand leave my skin and move up to my belt. "No."

"I watched you when you undressed to take your swim," The voice said. "What a beautiful specimen of a young man you are. Are you wearing underwear? No? Then I'll take my time."

"As I was saying," the voice continued as I felt my belt come undone. "I watched you undress, and I confess to feeling a bit guilty. Not about spying on you, but I sensed you were much younger than you are. What are you - maybe 5'6" and 135 pounds maybe? Such a cute boyish face. I'll bet you drive the boys and girls wild back home."

"Please," I answered, choking a bit when I felt the button on the top of my jeans come free.

"But then, I stopped feeling guilty," the voice said.

The zipper on my jeans was being taken down, so slowly that it was like one of the zipper teeth at a time were opening up, and the sound it made was deafening. I could feel the cool air on my lower stomach and pubes as the fabric of the jeans opened up.

"Can I have another drink, please?" I whimpered, wanting to delay the inevitable.

"In a minute," the voice replied. "Like I was saying, I stopped feeling guilty when you took off your underwear and showed all of yourself to me."

"I thought I was alone," I said.

"I know," the voice continued. "That was the beauty of it all. You were so natural."

The hand was now on the front of my jeans, rubbing the bulge that was along the right inside leg of the denim, and when his hand made contact I felt him suck his breath in through his teeth.

"It must be wonderful to be you," the man said just before he took my jeans down and off of me. So smart..."

"I'm not smart, I sobbed. "I went into the woods by myself, like you said."

"To be so intelligent, and so good looking," the voice went on, ignoring me. "And on top of all that, to be blessed by being so very well endowed too."

"My word," the voice said as the man ran his hands up my thighs. "You're even more incredible up close and personal like this."

I didn't feel incredible, and I'm not all that smart or good looking. I was on my back, naked and bound, and there was a man who I didn't know between my legs. He was probably naked too, and he had my cock in his hands, stretching my limp dick and pulling on it while breathing heavy.

"How does a little fellow like you end up with a cock the size of this?" the voice asked me.

"It doesn't matter. Nobody cares about stuff like that," I said, although Kenny certainly did.

"I see you shave the area around the base of your penis," the voice said, and I could feel his fingers rubbing the skin around my cock.

"Not me," I said. "My - friend."

"It makes you look even bigger," the voice sighed. "Not that you needed it. You're much bigger flaccid than I am hard."

"It doesn't matter," I told him, remembering how embarrassed I had been when the guys laughed at me that first day of school in the showers after gym.

"It does to me," the voice said, and then I felt lips sliding down the head my cock, and a tongue working the underside of the shaft as the mouth went farther down.

I tried not to get aroused, and in the beginning I was certain that no matter what the man did, there was no way in this situation that I could get hard, which was why I was so shocked when I felt my cock begin to show signs of life.

I hated this man, and what he was doing to me, but the man was an incredible cocksucker, and soon to my shame I became fully erect. His lips when way further down the shaft of my cock than any of the others, feeling like he was only a couple of inches short of getting it all.

For some reason - I can't explain why - I wanted to see this. I wanted to see this man's mouth going way down on my cock. I didn't care what he looked like. Instead I was blinded and bound.

"Beautiful," the man gasped, taking my cock out of his mouth and letting it slap down on my belly. 

I sensed him getting up, and then was the clicking sound again. It had to be a camera, and then the clicking got louder when he came back down on the mat again and grabbed my cock in his fist.

He set something - maybe the camera - down on the floor next to my head, and then I felt him on top of me, covering my body with his. He had a hairy chest, that much I could feel as he began grinding his body against mine.

I could feel his cock rubbing against the underside of my own and his balls were sliding against mine as he humped me harder. His mouth was everywhere; kissing my neck and shoulders, sucking on my nipples and licking my armpits.

Then he stopped, letting out a loud groan as his body tensed. I could feel a wet warmth on my lower abdomen as he ejaculated on me, and as his cum trickled down my hip he got off of me.

"What's your name, son?" the voice asked me.

"Travis," I croaked meekly.

"My name is Roy," the voice said. "I love you."

****

"A drink, please?" I asked my abductor after Roy had rolled off of me and rested next to me for a while.

His breathing, loud and wheezing, had been the only sound besides the occasional insect or nocturnal animal noises from outside - or were we outside? Was this a lean-to? I had no idea where I was.

"Thank you," I said after sipping from the straw again.

"You're welcome, Travis," Roy said after taking the drink away from me and laying back down beside me.

Roy's hand slid all over my body, and while his hands were not soft, his touch was, and he was so tender and loving that if the situation was different, it might even been called sensual.

"I was hoping you would have cum with me," Roy said. "That's the only thing that would have made it better for me. The feel of your body against mine was so arousing I couldn't keep from cumming. Did you like it?"

"I don't know," I admitted.

"When our cocks rubbed together," Roy said. "That made my skin tingle, although you probably couldn't feel it."

"I felt it," I said.

"I have to make you cum," Roy said, and I exhaled when I felt Roy's fingernails scrape gently along the underside of my cock as it rested back on my belly, knowing that my semi-turgid cock would be hard again soon despite the situation. "It might take the edge off - make you less frightened of me.

"If I could just see you," I said. "And my wrists are sore."

"I'll give you a little massage soon," Roy said. "I'll rub your wrists and let you roll over."

"How long are you going to keep me here - wherever I am?"

"Not long, Travis," Roy said. "Not nearly long enough as far as I'm concerned. When the sun comes up I will be done with you."

"Then what?" I asked, as Roy's fingernails stopped and he began to rub what felt like his palm up and down the length of my cock, which was almost erect.

"Don't worry," Roy said. "I told you I would never think of hurting you."

I felt hot breath on my cock, and then the feel of a tongue gliding along the same path the hand had been taking, and then the clicking sounds once more.

"Is somebody else here?" I asked.

"No. We're alone. I could never share this with anyone."

"Are you taking pictures?"

"Yes. They're for my own personal use, and no one else will ever see them," Roy said, pulling my cock upright and letting his hand begin to stroke it. "That's a shame though, because you look so incredible. Such beauty should be shared."

I felt the head of my cock slip inside of his mouth for a minute, and then Roy's lips slid down the shaft. His mouth worked magic while his hands churned my balls and worked the shaft of my member that his lips could not reach.

Roy's efforts grew more intense the more I squirmed, and by the time I felt my orgasm roar through me I had forgotten about being bound. Roy swallowed my seed as it spurted out of me, and kept trying to siphon even more after I had gone limp in his mouth, tonguing my tender opening and sucking hard.

****

"I have to pee," I said a bit later, and Roy left my side for a minute, returning with some kind of vessel.

He took my cock in his hand and stretched it a bit before telling em to go ahead. I had trouble starting to go, because I had never gone while somebody else held by dick, but Roy gently massaged the base of my cock and eventually I went.

The trickle became a torrent, as my pee splattered into what seemed to be a can, and after I finished Roy wiggled my dick several times, shaking and stretching it before pulling the can away.

"Would you give me head now?" Roy asked after he returned from disposing of my waste. 

The thought of having this man's dick in my mouth had already occurred to me back when this ordeal had begun, and I had imagined what it would be like to sink my teeth into his cock - bite it clear off if I could, and it had to occur to Roy as well.

"I'm not worried about what you could do to me," Roy added. "You see, I haven't long to live, so dying out here in the woods bleeding to death isn't any worse than any other way to go."

"Nothing contagious," Roy answered when I asked him what was wrong with him. "Do you smoke?"

"No."

"Good boy," Roy said, and I realized that I had become used to the metallic sound of his voice.

"Do you have cancer?"

"Yes," Roy said. "My voice box was removed but it had already progressed. Now I'm full of pain medication and Viagra."

"I'm sorry," I said, and not only couldn't I believe that I had said it, it was even more weird to think that I really meant it.

What was that called? I tried to think about what I was feeling. The Stockholm Syndrome? When you start being sympathetic to someone who has imprisoned you?

"Thank you," Roy said, and I felt him brushing the hair away from my cheek.

"I will - what you wanted me to do," I said.

"Thank you," he said, and I could sense him moving up on his knees toward my face, and the unmistakable aroma of his genitals was overpowering, the woody scent of a man in the woods for a time.

"You can untie me," I said.

"Later," Roy said, and then I felt the heat of his body, followed by the feel of him against my lips.

I parted my lips and felt the warmth of his cock as he leaned over against the side of my face. His dick was almost hard when my mouth first touched it, and when I moved my head upward my lips took in his entire manhood.

Roy had a small penis, much like my friend Kenny's, although I could tell that Roy was not circumcised. My first lover had been uncut also, so this was not new to me. I was able to move his foreskin back with my lips, and as I nibbled on Roy's exposed glans I heard him moan above me.




Abducted and Bound



I wondered if Roy was as insecure about the size of his penis as Kenny was. As for me, I much preferred to be able to go all the way down on a cock, and that was something that I could only dream about experiencing myself so far. It seemed like it must feel wonderful.

Roy's balls bounced against my chin as I inhaled his member, my lips and tongue working enthusiastically on my abductor's reed-thin dick while he groaned and moved his hips to help in the efforts.

Roy told me he was cumming, but I could already sense that when I felt his cock surge. The initial jet of his warm cum spurted onto the roof of my mouth, and then his seed trickled out after that, a musky nectar that was not unpleasant at all.

I kept sucking on his dick until it became too small to hang onto, and then Roy leaned away from me.

"Thank you so much," Roy said, and it sounded like he was sobbing as I felt him kiss my cum-stained lips.

As he straightened up, his hand brushed against the blindfold, and my right eye became just a bit uncovered. Nothing obvious, but enough to let a little light in through the side. If I could get it to move a bit more, maybe I could see what was around me and who Roy was.

****

My brief peek didn't last long, as Roy straightened the blindfold out when he returned, but I sensed that I was in a cabin of some kind. Nothing that was still lived in, but more like an abandoned hunting camp, full of dusty remnants of past lives.

Roy had gray hair and looked like he was in his 60's and appeared to be tall, which was all I could get from the glimpse I got. No way I could ever pick him out of a police lineup or anything.

Roy gave me a massage, first working on my front side. By the time he got to my crotch, I was hard again, a result of his masterful touch. Roy went down on me again, and when I told him I was about to cum, he finished me off by hand, his fists jacking me off hard.

He said he had always loved to watch a man ejaculate, and I guess I must have cum really good because he enjoyed it while I felt my cum plop down on my stomach and chest while his fists pumped away at me.

Roy cleaned me up and continued the massage, and as he did he told me about himself. He was 64 and had been married for over 20 years when he started to realize that he had feelings for other men. 

Around that time, his wife got the same feeling, so when he caught her playing around he used that as an excuse to divorce her. They had a son, grown by then, and when Roy admitted to his son that he was gay, the son didn't take it well. They were estranged, and had remained so ever since.

"I called him a few months back, just to tell him that I wasn't going to be around much longer," Roy explained. "I was going to try and at least tell him that I loved him and understood why he was angry with me."

"He told me that faggots get what they deserve, that it would make him happy if I died a slow and painful death," Roy concluded. "Guess I'm going to finally do something right."

I tried to tell him I was sorry, but I couldn't get the words out. I started to cry and so did he, and then he eased down upon me and hugged me until we had no more tears to shed.

****

"Then he just walked out," I told Roy, wrapping up my break-up that had led me to this camping excursion.

"His loss," Roy assured me, his oiled hands massaging my back and shoulders as he had been doing ever since he rolled me onto my stomach. "There will be someone else. Someone more deserving than him."

"Maybe."

"How I wished I had realized when I was your age that what I thought was just curiousity about other men was what I really wanted, instead of just trying to conform and pretend that I was the normal red-blooded macho man," Roy said.

"I've never been with a young man," Roy said. "Never did anything with a man at all until I was past 50. My only lovers have been my contemporaries, and I've always yearned to feel the body of someone young like yourself."

Roy's hands were down at the base of my spine, and when he parted my ass cheeks I didn't fight him, and actually helped him. I knew what was going to happen, and I did not resist.

"You're so beautiful," Roy said, his finger stroking my anus before poking a bit inside of me, and then I felt him shifting his position.

My hands were still tied above me, but when Roy had undid the bindings one at a time, he hadn't made the left wrist all that tight, so I suppose I could have tried to yank my hand out, but I didn't.

"Can I?" I heard Roy whisper behind me, and my answer was to raise my backside up as far as I could.

Roy's tongue danced around the puckered ring, while I ground my rear end back into his face. Then his tongue was gone and his finger was back - not his finger - his cock.

"Oh!" Roy cried out when he pushed his dick into my rectum, and he kept crying out like that as he pushed the head of his dick in and out of my ass.

It felt good, the sensation of the head of his dick popping in and out of my balloon knot, and I was sorry when I heard Roy groan as he came, the warm cum soothing my tender orifice as his dick popped out for the last time.

****

"It's almost dawn," Roy said.

I had fallen asleep, and Roy's movements had woke me up. I sensed him getting dressed above me, and then he was kneeling next to me.

"I'm very ashamed of myself, but I also have to confess that it has been the greatest thrill of my life. I hope someday you'll forgive me for what I've done here," Roy said. "I wish I didn't have to do this now."

When I heard those words, I panicked, jerking my hands in an effort to get free as I felt Roy's hands around my neck, but then I smelled that familar scent as the cloth was pushed over my nose.

"Goodbye Travis. I love you," were the last words I recall.

****

When I came to, I was back at my campsite, laying in the same place that I had been when Roy had abducted me. My mouth was parched and my wrists were sore, and I felt a bit woozy as well, but I was alive. I was alive and the sun was rising.

I was also dressed. Roy had put my jeans back on so I was fully intact even if I had been violated. My legs were shaky when I stood up and got a drink out of my water container, and after quenching my thirst I reached into my jeans pocket to get rid of the bunching that pressed against my thigh. My hand hit something that hadn't been there before, and when I pulled it out I nearly fainted. 

It was a wad of bills bound with a rubber band, and it was certainly not mine because there were a couple of denominations that I rarely even saw before. An whole lot of money - the kind of money that I had never held before - and as I rifled through the thick wad of currency it occurred to me that while I was not rich, my college loan would be a lot less than it was now.

There was a note stuck inside the pile of money, written on a scrap of paper that read simply, "You gave me everything, so I am returning the favor. Love. Enjoy life. Roy".

As I counted the money, I knew I couldn't take it, so I spent the rest of that day and the next looking for Roy. I knew this was a symbol of how he felt about his son rejecting him, and probably he had nobody else to give the money to, but I wanted to give him the money back, because if he was trying to buy off my silence, I didn't work that way.

It had been a horrible experience, especially at first, but I had grown to like the man despite it all. I wished that instead of doing what he had done, he had just come up to the campsite and made small talk and had gone from there.

He was right about something though. I probably would have rejected him and his advances. I would have found him unappealing and not given him a chance. 

For the rest of my stay up at Forked Lake, I did a lot of bushwhacking, and eventually found the shack that I had been taken to. There was no evidence of what had gone on there except a clean spot on the dusty wooden floor where the mat had been and a couple of burnt out candles.

There was no sign of Roy. During our talks, when I had asked him what he was planning to do, he said that he wasn't going back for any more chemo because it wasn't worth it. He said that he would do what elephants did when their time had come; go off and die by themselves with dignity.

I never saw Roy again, and after my wrists healed I thought about him less and less. Summer passed and winter came and my life went on. The next summer I had a new boyfriend and went about asking him if he would like to do some backcountry camping with me.

"No way," Todd said. "Did you read what happened to that guy up in the Adirondacks?"

I hadn't but Todd showed me the article. It seems as if a group of hunters had come across a decomposing body way back in the woods. All he had with him was a smashed digital camera, and it had taken quite a while to determine who it was.

The image of a withered and dying old man, wracked with pain, sitting alone and looking at the pictures he had taken of me before shattering the camera, was overwhelming despite all that went with it.

"The remains of Roy Hollins, divorced man with one son, who appears to have been hiking and gotten lost last year, were found seven miles north of Forked Lake," the article read. "No foul play is suspected."

"See," I told Todd, a strange sense of sadness washing over me. "No foul play. It's safe up there, as long as you aren't alone."

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