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Kidnapped

By: BobDogwood



I don't know if you have read any of my earlier reminisces, so I will risk offending some of my older readers by offering a certain immodest description of myself. I am a five feet, two inch tall young woman and have shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes. I wear a 34C cup, have a twenty-four inch waist and had a tiny bit of a bubble butt. All in all, I'm pretty hot and have no difficulties at all attracting boys and, in some cases, grown men.

Well, I would 'visit' with Mr. Boyd, the boy's high school gym teacher, two or three times a week, and I would 'see' Thad, our assistant minister, on Tuesday evenings after choir practice and on Sundays after the service, so you can see I was definitely sexually satisfied during that period. Haha! 

In fact, I was helping to raise our national orgasm index quotient. That's an important stat, you know – the higher the orgasm index quotient is, the lower the homicide rate is. Honest to God, that's because there is more coming than going. Mwahaha!

By this time it was nearing the end of May and the school year was going to end soon. I don't know about where you grew up, but in Florida we got out of school about the first of June. But we have to start school before Labor Day and, of course, we don't get any snow days, so it all balances out in the long run. I had just had my nineteenth birthday and I had one heckuva of a birthday party, but I'll tell you about that another time.

I think because the school year was drawing to a close and Mr. Boyd hadn't been able to figure out one way that he would be able to see me over the summer, he became super horny and was banging me all the time. But I had no complaints, I loved it and it was helping the country too, you know – haha!

On Thursday afternoon in the last week of May, Mr. Boyd had to go to a special teacher's meeting at four o'clock concerning graduation ceremonies, so after we had finished fucking I felt at loose ends. Not having anything better to do, I decided I would walk down to the mall. I would probably run into some of my friends there. 

As I left the school property and started walking down beside the busy thoroughfare that led to the mall, I had the strangest feeling that I was being followed. When I turned around to look, I only saw a young woman wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses, who was driving some kind of a late model Pontiac. I don't know very much about cars. It just looked as if she were stuck in bumper to bumper traffic and was condemned to creep along behind me. I figured that was probably the reason I felt as though I was being followed.

I went down a ways further and the traffic had started to loosen up, but this woman was still behind me. I was beginning to get pretty paranoid about the whole thing, but I told myself I was acting like a nit wit. Well, guess what – I should have listened to myself, because myself was right! Mwahaha!

Right then the Pontiac swooped into the curb and, just as I was walking by the car, the woman threw her door wide open knocking me ass over tea kettle onto the sidewalk. She jumped out of the car lickety split, opened up the rear door of the auto, and threw me in to the back seat quickly. 

The young woman took out a huge roll of duct tape and yanked my arms behind my back and ran that roll around my wrists five or six times and then tore it with her teeth. Honest to God! This woman was crazed! She tore the duct tape roll with her teeth! I was beginning to get a glimmer of understanding who this might be, but I was hoping I was wrong. 

She then wrapped the roll of duct tape around my mouth and cut off my means of communication. Lucky I wasn't asthmatic – it might have killed me. I bet that dumb bitch didn't even consider that.

The crazy lady then jumped back into the driver's seat and we took off like a rocket to Mars or something – Vroom! Apparently she didn't care if I saw where we went or not, because she didn't cover my eyes or anything, but it didn't matter anyhow. I had no idea where we were after awhile. It was somewhere that I wasn't familiar with. Finally we arrived at our destination and she opened up her garage door with one of those garage door openers that you use from your car. Those are very convenient when you're abducting someone. Mwahaha!

So she pulls the car into the garage closing the door behind us. She hustles me out the back seat and she's none too gentle about either. The young woman was throwing me around, as if I were a rag doll. She was considerable taller than me and didn't have any difficulty at all making me do whatever she wanted.

Stepping into the house, we started down some basement steps. Now in Florida, most houses don't have basements, because the entire state is a dredge area. That's right, the entire state is dredged sand from the bottom of the ocean, but some of the older houses do have basements.

After reaching the basement floor, the crazy woman pushed me to the very back. It was fairly dark naturally and she was becoming quite irritated with me, as she was banging me into various things, such as, old furniture, and boxes of long unwanted items.

Finally something inside of me snapped and my mouth overcame my common sense and, despite still having my mouth covered with tape, I exclaimed, "Hey! Lighten up, bitch!"

I guess she could understand the gist of what I said despite it being muffled, because the words were barely out of my mouth, when the insane acting female smacked me hard across the back of my head! 

"Ow!" I complained.

She snarled, "Shut up before I really hurt you."

We reached the very back part of the basement and she pushed me against the wall and knelt down and duct taped my ankles together. I'd always wished I'd used that opportunity to slam my knee up against her temple, but even if I had – what would I have done then? My arms were taped behind my back and my lips were sealed, so to speak. I had no idea where I was. I would have had a very difficult time just opening an unlocked door!

The woman stepped away from me, leaving me slumped against the back wall.. She took off her sunglasses and baseball cap. She lay her sunglasses down and she shook out her long brunette hair.

The woman was quite attractive. She had an oval face, a classical nose and a wide mouth and was wearing a quite short brown dress. Judging from what I could see from the plunging neckline of her dress, her breasts were substantial. But then she had been quite good looking the last time I saw her, also. You see, I knew who she was. She was Mr. Boyd's girlfriend! I remember him introducing her as Catherine.

She declared, "I think I observe just a modicum of intelligence in your eyes and you have remembered where you know me from."

The attractive woman stepped forward and grabbed the bottom of my chin in a vise like grip. "You stay away from my boyfriend or I will fuck you up! You are going to ruin his life, cause him to lose his teaching license and possibly go to prison. Now I am going to remove the gag for a minute. I want to hear your answer."

Man, when she ripped that duct tape off my mouth, that smartened me up a little, whew! Catherine asked, "Are you going to stay away from him?"

I don't know what gets into me at times like that, but I always get rebellious. Plus I didn't know what the crazy lady's hidden agenda was, but I doubted she was just going to let me go if I told her I'd stay away from Mr. Boyd.

"Well," she demanded.

"Fuck you!" I suggested.

I'll have to hand it to her. I thought she would go off half-cocked and start yelling at me and beating at me, but she didn't. Catherine stood for a moment, and then almost musingly said, "Fuck me? No, I don't think so, dear. Fuck you!" the crazed woman exclaimed, while slapping me hard across my face.

When she pulled her hand back for another swipe, I was ready and, this time when she brought it down across my face, I bit it and hung on for the ride!

"Ow!" she screamed.

Catherine naturally attempted to yank her hand from my mouth to no avail. It turned out later I had bitten her almost down to the bone and human bites can be quite nasty and become easily infected. When she couldn't obtain the use of her hand again, she attempted to convince me in another manner. The crazed woman reached out with her left hand and pulled my short skirt off in one swipe. I wasn't wearing any underwear, as usual. I guess she thought that was going to embarrass me or something.

After pulling my skirt off didn't have any affect, Catherine grabbed my blouse at the top button and pulled down, opening it for a full view of my bare breasts The blouse couldn't fall off because of arms being held behind my back. That, of course, didn't stop me either.

The brunette woman reached down with her left hand and began to manipulate my clit. Now that did give me pause – let me tell you. The more she pushed on my 'love button,' the more my grip with my mouth on her hand lessened until she finally just lifted her hand from my mouth. 

Instead of stopping what she was doing to hit me, Catherine lowered to her knees in front of me and replaced her finger with her tongue. Now this is what I was talking about when I referred to a hidden agenda. Whether she was aware of it or not, this is what the young woman wanted to do to me the entire time.

She reached up and manipulated my nipples, which were already erect, but making them harder while she continued to lap at my pussy, sending waves of ecstasy cascading through my body. Suddenly my orgasm hit with my cum flowing out of me. Catherine seemed intent on drinking down every drop. When I had finished, the woman looked up at me with her lips glistening and smiled.

And that's all there was to it. Catherine agreed to take me home on her way to the emergency room to have her hand looked at. It surely needed some stitches. Mwahaha! 

But she had her revenge on me big time. The pretty woman just threw me in the car, as is and dropped me on the sidewalk in front of my house. As she sped away, I glanced around my suburban neighborhood at dusk and noticed I was quite the spectacle standing there stark naked with my ankles bound and my hands tied behind my back!

People were out mowing their lawns, working on their cars, playing catch with their kids, and gossiping with their neighbors. Naturally when they caught a glimpse of my stark naked beauty all activity ceased and they all stood and stared; except for the mothers. They were rushing around attempting to protect their children from what they already knew – that people were naked beneath their clothing! Oh lord, people are funny about the human body.

Of course not one of them came over to discover if they could help out so I hopped on up to the front door and somehow managed to finally get it open. You should have seen how my family looked when I came in. They were seated at the dinner table. They, of course, bombarded me with questions, but, as usual, I only gave them my name, rank, and serial number.

I turned and hopped on up the stairs to my room. Later my younger sister came and released me from the binds of the duct tape. I slipped under the covers and went right to sleep. After all, it had been an exhausting day!

Kidnapped



"I'm a saint, and I'm a sinner I'm a loser, I'm a winner, I am steady and unstable, I am young but I'm able..."

Sweat glistening off my body as I run down the road. Peeking just over the treetops the rising sun to my back. My stride kept even and steady as I listen to one of my favorite singers. I don't hear the van coming up behind me, I scream as the door opens and I'm yanked inside. Struggling with the assailant who grabbed me I feel a needle go into my shapely ass. 

Moaning. Slowly opening my eyes and looking around, I try to move my hand to my face and find them tied above my head. Whimpering around the ball gag in my mouth. Frantically trying to get lose of my binds. 

Hearing the door open I turn my head and my eyes grow wide watching two men enter the room with two naked girls. The girls drop to their knees and lower their eyes as the men walk to me. The one I immediately took to be the leader ran his hand down my face. His dark eyes searching mine until I look away. 

Turning to his side, "Prepare her well sluts." Looking at the other man. "Come we will go have a drink and enjoy the rest of my slaves." Walking out of the door you could hear the dead bolt slide into place. The two girls get up and walk over to me. Sliding the bottom part of the table away from my body. My legs spread wide and locked down until I'm completely open and exposed. My face flushes as the two girls giggle at my dark curly bush. 

They cut off my sports bra and start to give me a sponge bath. I try to fight the response of my body to their soft touch. My nipples' hardening as my pussy slowly gets wet. Whimpering softly into the ball gag as they foam up my curly bush. Running the straight razor carefully over my pussy until it was completely bald. The taller of the two girls kneels and lowers her head. Kissing each of my lips before she slides her tongue between them. 

Bucking my hips involuntarily at her face. She bites my clit softly making me cry out. Running two fingers into my pussy feeling how wet I was. Sliding them in until they push against my hymen. "Master will be pleased. This slut has a virgin cunt." The other girl laughs. "I hope he lets us use her tonight then, I'd love a taste of virgin cunt." The door slams open. 

"What are you sluts doing?" A large man walked in, his body completely shaved wearing only a male chastity belt. Grabbing both of the girls by their hair he drags them away from me, and throws them into two cages in the corner. "I'll deal with you two later." "Master Robert please!" the two girls cried out in anguish.

Walking over to the table and undoing my restraints he lifts me up and sits me down on the floor. Sliding a collar that matched the other girls around my neck he fastens it and attaches a leash to it. Pushing me to my knees. "You will crawl like the bitch you are around Men slut. You are not worthy enough to walk upright." Dragging me out of the room behind him he slams the door shut looking the other two girls inside. 

Crawling behind him, my soft skin dragging across the rough ground we reach the deck where the two men from the room were sitting. The one I figured to be the leader pointed to his side. Master Robert led me over to him, "she's prepared Sir, and probably wetter then what she would be otherwise. The two sluts were playing with her. I'll go take care of them now."

"Fine see to it. Make sure they never touch my property without permission again." Taking to leash from Robert and pulling me closer to his knee. Grabbing my hair and pulling it back so I looked up at him. "From now on you will address me as Master. You will not speak unless spoken to, and you will do exactly what you're told without hesitation. If you do not, then your family will meet a very unpleasant fate. Do you understand pet?"

My face loses all its color as my eyes widen. "Please, just let me go I won't tell anyone. Please." My face wells up with tears as he jerks my hair back hard.

"Slut let me tell you one more time. Everything I say, when I say it and you don't say A WORD unless spoken to. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" 

To be continued...



Kidnapped



The sun is shining as we leave the plane. This is the first time in years that I am in the USA. 2 weeks time to explore Disneyland. The drive to our Hotel takes a while and I can’t wait for a shower. We check in and enter our room. After unpacking I head for the shower and enjoy the cold water on my heated up body. I wrap a towel around my body and drop onto the bed. The towel loosens and the cool air in the room strokes my body. It is early noon and I decide that we should go into town. I can hear the shower in the bathroom. I leave the bed and start dressing. I put on a silky lacy pair of panties with a matching bra. Then a very light short dress. It snuggles up to my hips and flows around my thighs. I take out a shirt and a pair of light trousers and put them on the bed. Then I slip on a pair of shoes and shout out that I am in the lobby waiting. I grab my sunglasses and leave the room. 

The lobby is filled with people and kids. I grab a few leaflets and settle down in a chair. After 5 mins a shadow drops over me and I look up to see my husband in front of me. I smile at him and get up. He takes my hand and we leave the hotel. First we search for a place to grab something to eat and after that we wander through the streets looking at shops. The sun starts setting, leaving the sky in a beautiful orange. He puts his arm around me as we start making our way back to the hotel. 

I didn’t realize that we had walked so far. It starts getting darker as the day made way to the night. Slowly I started recognizing the streets again and I knew we had only about 10 mins till we were back at our hotel. We walked past a little alley, as someone grabbed my arm and I felt something hard in my back. 

“Don’t you dare make a sound!” a deep voice growls at me, “I want all your valuables.” I nod and translate for my husband. I feel the hardness being pressed harder in my back 

“What are you doing?” my attacker growls. 

“I have to translate, my husband doesn’t speak English,” I reply. I hand him my handbag and my husbands wallet, hoping he wont ask for the wedding rings. Either he didn’t notice or he isn’t interested in them. He grabs my arm and I feel it hurt under the hard grip. 

“Tell your fella that I am taking you for a walk with me. I will let you go once I am safe.” I translate and see the fear in my husband’s eyes. I smile at him and tell him to stay here. I have to walk backwards, as the criminal pulls me behind him. We turn around a corner and he looses the grip on me a little. 

“Did you get anything?” I hear another voice asking. The criminal replies and tells his buddy that he got some stuff. His buddy asks what I am doing here and gets told that I was taken as a little safety, but that I will go now. I hear the second fella laugh and then he tells his friend that they should keep me a while. Kidnapping gets more money than some stupid wallet. Now I start getting panicky. Obviously they both agree, because I get gripped tighter and then pulled towards a car. 

One opens the door and the second one pushes me in and enters next to me, a gun pointed at me. His buddy gets in front and starts driving. They avoid the main streets and only use little dark alleys and streets and after what seems like hours we stop in front of a broken down house. I notice that there isn’t another house insight, only trees. My kidnapper takes my arm again and pulls me out of the car. I stumble after him into the house. We walk through the hall, through the kitchen and there he opens a door that leads to a staircase. He pushes me up it and I end up in a little room over the kitchen. 

There is only a small window, but that is barred from the outside. In the room are a chair and an old bed. I get shoved on that and then cuffed to one of the bedposts. Then I am left alone. Now for the first time I let my tears flow. I am lost now. My husband’s English is down to about 50 words. Will he be able to get help for me? Will they be able to find me here? What will these 2 do to me? I fight against the sleep as I am afraid, but eventually I can’t resist anymore.

The sun is up as I wake up, but most of the room is still dark, as the window is too small to let alot of light in. I need to pee and I am thirsty. I sit up and pull my legs under me. I can hear steps coming closer and then the door opens. One of my kidnappers comes in. 

“Ok, Sweetie,” he says “Time for you to tell me where I can get some money for your sweet ass.” He unlocks my cuffs and takes me downstairs. 

“I need to pee!” I tell him. He grunts at me and shoves me into a dirty little bathroom with nailed up windows. I hurry, because I don’t know when he will come in and I don’t want him to catch me with my panties down. I take a sip of water and then go back out to my waiting kidnapper. 

He leads me to another room where his friend is. The whole place is dirty and full of bugs. There are two beds in the room and a couch. Newspapers and cans are all over the floor. I get asked for my name and the name of the hotel I was staying at. I tell him and his friend notes it down and then leaves. I hear the car starting and then the sound of it driving away. I get locked back onto the bed and am left alone. 

Ages later I hear the car return. Shortly after one of the men comes up and brings me some food. I try eating it and then see the room darkening again as the sunsets. Another night here for me. The next morning the game of peeing returns and I am back alone in my room again. I can’t tell what time it is and only know if it is day or night due to the little light falling into my room. The food I get is mostly fast food and only once a day. 

Another 3 days pass and I am still here. I can hear my kidnappers fighting downstairs. One wants to let me go, and the other wants to keep me. Suddenly a shot falls and then silence. I press up against the bedpost and pray that the one wanting to keep me is the one that was shot. Step coming closer. The door opens. I breathe heavily and stare at one of the men. He grins at me and I know that he is the wrong one. 

“Well, well, Honey! Now your sweet ass is mine!” he snarls at me. I shake my head. He comes closer pointing the gun at me. He forces me to take off my panties and pull the skirt up. He licks his lips as my pussy comes into sight. He unbuckles his belt and undoes the zipper. My mind is racing for an escape, but I know that there is none. He kneels on the bed in front of me and takes out his hardon. 

“Spread your legs Bitch and get a filling by my Cock,” he growls, “and don’t try no shit coz I will shoot you and fuck you then!” I spread my legs slowly. Too slow for him, because he pushes a knee between my legs and forces them apart. His hand reaches out and he rams a finger into me. I scream out and he slaps me. Blood starts running from my split lip. I shiver. His finger leaves me and he sucks it into his mouth, tasting me. 

“Tastes good Bitch!” In the corner of my eye I notice a shadow on the stairway. I try not to look that way, hoping for help from whoever it is. My kidnapper moves closer to me. The shadow turns into a man, dressed totally in black with a mask and a pulled gun. He is tall and muscular. His movements are quiet, as he slides along the wall to a spot behind the kidnapper. 

“Drop the gun and take your hands up or loose your life!!!” the deep voice of my rescuer growls. I can see the eyes of my kidnapper widen, as he realizes that he has been caught. He jumps up to one side and points the gun at the other man, but he is quicker and shoots. The next seconds go by me in slow motion. I can see the bullet flying through the air and then hitting the criminal in the chest. Blood escapes and he falls to the floor. 

I close my eyes and curl to a ball. I don’t want to see this. I can hear the body being dragged across the floor and then falling down the stairs. Then the steps come closer again and I feel a warm hand on my face. 

“Don’t be afraid. I am here to take care of you now.” I hear the deep voice again. I look up at my masked hero. Only now do I realize that he is alone. He can’t be a cop, as he hasn’t got any colleges with him. Is he someone that was hired to save me? His touch is soft on my cheek. He sits down beside me and takes a closer look at my cuffs, to see if he can open them in any way. I must know who he is and start pulling at his mask. He stops me. His hand covers my eyes and I close them. I hear him taking the mask off, but I don’t open my eyes again. I can feel his breath close to me, and then his lips on mine. His kiss is gently, soft and full of love. 

Instantly I know that my masked hero is you. Everything that has happened to me the last few days and the near rape are blown away. All I feel now is your kiss and the love between us. Your tongue enters my mouth and I moan out. Your hand goes onto my back and pulls me close. I let my uncuffed hand go behind your neck. Our kiss gets hungrier. 

You know that this position is hard on my cuffed arm, so you push me back onto the bed. I am not willing to let your lips go, so you follow me. You lie down next to me and I press up to you. My body is shaking, but not because I am scared. Your fingers fumble with the zipper on my dress, but then you seem to realize that you can’t pull it down due to my cuffs. You leave my lips and I protest with a light moan. You move back a bit and pull a knife. In one swift move you cut the little straps of my dress. Carelessly you throw the knife behind you and pull the dress down a little. Hungrily you move down and enclose a hard nipple between your lips. I moan out and arch up to you. You start sucking and biting on my nipples and I feel your hand going up my inner thigh. 

“Undress for me please,” I whisper. Reluctantly you leave me and get up. You pull the black sweater off. “Slowly,” I tell you. You drop the sweater and slowly unbuckle your belt, then undo the zipper, then slowly push your trousers over your hips. They fall to the floor and you step out of them. You are left in only your boxers and I can see the bulge. You start teasing, you turn around and pull the boxers down. I can’t wait for you to turn around. You move very slowly and finally turn to face me. 

I can’t help but admire your hard cock. I motion you to return to me and you obey with pleasure. You walk around the bed to the other side and settle down there, because you know that it is easier for me to have you at that side. I let my fingers slide over your chest and your hard tummy. You moan out. My hand leaves its downward path and runs up your side. 

“Your turn,” you growl at me, and pull at the bottom of my dress. I lift my butt, so it can slide away from under me. You throw it across the room and look at my naked body. You reach out and let your fingers touch my skin. I shiver and moan lightly. Your fingers start running along my neck, my shoulders, my sides, avoiding my breasts and then over my tummy. I want you so much right now. You hands go up and cup my breasts, one in each hand. You take my nipples into your fingers and roll them. My eyes half close and shudders go down my body. Then one hand leaves my breast and goes down to the spot between my legs. You rub your hand up and down the wetness. I shudder again and close my eyes. I can feel you move and look at you again. You have moved to the center of the bed, sitting between my legs. 

I look at your cock. Its thick and hard, like a rigid pole with veined ribs. It stands up straight against your tummy. I ask you to come closer so I can touch you. You obey willingly. You move closer in-between my legs. Your cock is almost touching my stomach. I reach out and put my small fingers around your cock, not being able to encircle it completely. Your whole body tenses and you growl from the depth of your throat. 

You brush your hand over my kitty, then cup your hand over it and slide a finger in-between my lips. Your other hand goes back up to cup my breast and you run your thumb over the hard nipple. I gasp as you find my burning spot. My eyes are half closed again and my legs are trembling. I start stroking your cock, my hand moving up and down your shaft. Gently I move it over the soft skin on the hardness. It feels silky and soft, but hard and powerful at the same time. I can feel the veins burning into my fingers. 

I want to explore the cock that feels so perfect under my fingers. I want to see if it really is as perfect as it seems. I look into your eyes and see all the mixed emotions in there. I whisper to you that I want to taste you. You move up and kneel down by my side. I move my hand down and cup your balls. You moan out loud as I squeeze them harder. I let my tongue dart out to lick up your cock. You nearly stop breathing. With only one hand I cant do what I want to you and you notice that. To help me you push your cock down horizontally, so that it points directly at my mouth. You smile at me. 

I move my mouth closer to my lightly parted lips. My tongue licks across the head and then I let it slide into my mouth. You rock your hips back and forth and cock slides deeper into my mouth. My hand goes up to the base of your cock and I suck you in till my lips touch my hand. Your cock is now deeply embedded in my throat. Sweat is running over your body and your growls are deep and longing. I start moving up and down on your cock, letting it slide in and out of my mouth whilst sucking on it. My tongue explores it in my mouth, searching for imperfectness. I feel the veins and little bumps and little valleys, but nothing that isn’t perfect to me. 

“Ohhhhh God, love, if you don’t stop I will come too soon. Don’t do this to me please. I want the first orgasm to be together!” you moan out. I let you slide out my mouth ever so slowly and give you free. You are shaking on your whole body, as you stroke across my face. I kiss your palm. You move back down the bet to my feet. I pull my knees up and you push them apart gently. Then you move forward and lean over me. You take your cock into your hand and nuzzle it into my softness, seeking my entrance. 

You feel the extreme wetness as you find the right spot and slowly push forward. Both of us moan as you enter me. You slide in very slowly and as you shaft me, my hips rise off the bed to meet you. I can feel you come to the point where my husband’s cock normally stops and you get slower and gentler as you expand the virgin part of me. My cuffed hand grabs onto the bedpost and the other grabs into the sheet on the old bed. Little sweat pearls form and run over my body, and I let a deep low sound escape me. You stop and look at me. 

“I will not go further,” you say “ I don’t want to hurt you in anyway.” My heart bounces in love for you at this moment. I know you have to gather all your control to stop there and not ram your hard shaft deep into me, and I love you even more than I ever thought possible. I know that you want to feel my hot body surround all of you and I want to feel all of you deep in me, but you are too much gentleman to go on, so I take the decision into my hands. I wrap my legs around your hips and lock them behind your ass. 

With one swift move I pull you into me and your cock gets rammed deep into my insides. I scream in pain and you groan out. I feel a blackness overcome me and fight against it. I know if I was to loose it now, that you would go crazy in your worry. You swear as you see the pain and tears in my face. 

“What the hell did you do that for?” you ask worriedly. My legs stay locked behind your ass, so you cant move away from me. My hand goes into your neck and pulls you down to meet my lips. I feel them quiver on my lips. You try to pull out of me again, but you can only move a little. I feel my body adjusting to your size and depth. As you try pulling out and get pushed back in by me I feel an amazing sensation go through my body. I moan with pleasure into your mouth and buck my hips up. Without a word you know that the pain has gone and that I am ready to take you. I unlock my legs and put them back onto the bed. 

Your hips start to rise and fall, your cock sliding quickly in and out of me, pulling my lips back and forth. You growl as you feel me on you, enjoying my body. The pain is totally gone now and is replaced by pure pleasure. My legs are close to your sides and my free hand rests on your hip. My body is rocking back and forth with your thrusts. I bring my head up to look down over my stomach, to see your big cock hit into me again and again. My breasts are shaking with the impact of your thrusts. My breath is coming in little pants and I am purring and moaning in my throat. 

Drops of your sweat fall down onto my body and mix with my own sweat. You are giving deep moans from you. Your thrusts get faster and harder and I buck my hips up again and again to meet them. You start growling and I can feel your cock expanding. My own orgasm is coming and my moans turn into screams of joy. Your hot cum shoots deep into my body and I explode in a rhapsody of fireworks. I feel your ass tensed up under my hand as you keep shooting thick hot spurts of your cum into my body, whilst my pussy milks you. I am shaking and shivering with my own orgasm. You thrust into me again and again, still cumming. You pull out so far that you slip out of me and your last two spurts shoot onto my tummy and breasts. 

Your cock rests on my wet mound and I can feel my own juices running out of me. I run my fingers over your cum and spread it over my body. Then I move my hand to my mouth and lick your cum of my fingers. You moan out at this sight. I pull my knees up further and push you slightly away with my feet. I move up on the bed and pull my cuffed hand along the top post. The cuffs slide over to the other side and I turn around. I am on my hands and knees in front of you now. My legs are slightly spread and you can see your cum mixed with mine running along my legs. Your cock had started going slightly limp, but at this sight turned rock hard again instantly. 

You position yourself behind me and wipe your cock, slippery with my juices, up and down my backside. As you are doing this, you spread my legs further apart. My buttocks open and you can see my wet puffy pink lips, aroused and ready for more. You bend your shaft down and probe at me, pushing my lips open and seeking my clit with your fingers. Your hand goes back to your cock. You position it in the right place and take hold of my hips. You ease yourself forward and your cock presses into me. I close my eyes and wait for you to fill me again. There is a moment’s resistance and then your cock pops in and your whole shaft slides into me. You groan as you slide deep into my heat and I gasp and grip the post till my knuckles turn white. 

You take your first full-length thrust. Your shiny wet shaft slides in and out of me, pulling my lips back and forth. Your hand starts running over my backside, whilst your cock slams into me. I start moaning again. You know that I am loving this. Then you change your tactics and start pounding into me rapidly and as hard as you can. You smack my backside, once on each side. My body is bouncing back and forth and I am crying my pleasure out. You feel your balls tighten and you slow down, as you don’t want to cum yet. I know that I am not far away from my orgasm and beg you not to slow down. You increase your pace again, thumping into my backside, making my body shake with the impacts. Your stomach is slapping against me and I can feel your balls hit against my backside with every slam. Your hard shiny shaft, wet with my juices, whips in and out of me. I start screaming as I feel the waves of my orgasm rolling over me. You slam into me another time and then growl like a wolf as your cock goes rock hard and starts shooting your hot sperm deeply into me. You continue to fuck me and your cum starts dripping out of me. 




Kidnapped



Slowly you relax and lean over me to kiss my neck. My knees are weak and I start slipping lower onto the bed. You follow me, still embedded in my hot wetness. You lay panting on top of me, steadied by your arms, so you don’t crush me. My breath is coming as fast as yours. Your kissing my neck and shoulders. As our breathing becomes normal again you sit up and your cock leaves me with a great empty feeling that I don’t like. I slide my cuffs across to the normal side again and turn to lie on my back again. You move up the bed and sit down beside me, your back leaning against the top of the bed. I move up slightly and put my head against your chest. Your arm goes around me and your hand settles on my back, gently playing with your fingers. 

I kiss your chest and your nipples go hard. I look down at your cock. He is half soft, glistening with my juices, lying against your leg. My mouth covers your nipple and I start sucking on it. My fingers playing with the other one. You moan lightly. My eyes are glued to your cock, watching him grow at my touch on your body. I want you again, my pussy tingling with need. Your hand goes down to my needy spot and you run your fingers through the cum filled slit. I gasp out. You let your fingers go into me and then leave me again. Your fingers are wet and shiny. You grab your cock with that hand and run our juices up and down it. I love to see you touching yourself. 

I keep on nibbling your nipples as you start jacking off. I look up at your face. Your head is leaning back against the wall and your eyes are closed, your mouth slightly open. I look back down to your cock. Your hand is moving in slow long strokes on your upright cock. I move up to a sitting position, steady myself on my arm and sit up on your lap. My legs straddling you. You hold me at my hips to help me steady myself. I reach down under myself with my free hand and grasp you. Again I notice that my fingers can’t grab around your shaft due to your size. I maneuver your weapon into position, opening my pussy for you. Your cum runs out of me, dripping onto your waiting cock. I begin to ease myself down on it, till it touches my entrance and then pops in. 

I stop for a second and then start sliding down your cock slowly. You bite into my shoulder and growl, as your shaft penetrates me deep inside. The last 3 inches I drop down in one swift move, till you are fully embedded in me. Your bite gets harder as I do this and you draw blood. I begin to ease myself up and down on your big cock, gently at first, then more and more forceful. 

Your cock is slippery with my juices and your own cum. I move up and down on you faster and faster, moaning loudly. My breasts moving up and down as I ride your cock. You put your hands on them, rolling my nipples. Suddenly you grab my buttocks, impale me deep on your cock and turn with me, till I am under you on my hands and knees again. My arm slides the cuffs across and I grab the top bar with my hands, as I push my backside up to give you deep access to my fire. I let you take the lead, pumping into me. Your hard shaft running its full length in and out of me, your fingers playing with my clit. I am so wet with my own and your cum that I can hear every move you make. The wet sucking and slurping noises. 

I can’t believe that I have another orgasm coming already. Your cock is so fantastic. My breath comes in short pants and I can hear you breathing hard and fast too. Every time you thrust forward, I push back on you. Slowly you slide out of me and run your cock up and down my backside and slit. You place it at my anus and push forward gently. 

“Is this ok love?” you ask me softly. I tell you to go on but be gently and slow. You push forward and your head pops into me. I moan out and you stop to let me adjust. I push my backside up more to let you know that I am fine. You push forward again and start sliding your cock into me inch by inch. You come to the last 2 inches and go very slowly, letting me adjust to your size in me. I am in total ecstasy, my pussy twitching and our juices running out of my pussy along my legs. You are now fully in me, and start moving in and out slowly. I try to push my upper body down as low as the cuffed hand will let me, so you can go deeper into me. You can feel my muscles relax around your cock and you can move more freely. 

You start picking up speed and both of us moan out loudly. Your hands grab my hips and you pull me back onto your cock again and again. I grab tightly into the sheets and moan in pleasure and joy. You clench your teeth and growl deeply. I start screaming out my next orgasm, and you thrust into me harder and faster. I clench my buttocks together, grasping your cock firmly. I want you to come. With a low groan you begin to oblige me, shooting your cum into me in hot spurts. More and more you shoot into me and it’s beginning to splatter on the mattress between my legs. My screams ebb down and your groans turn into panting. Both of us are totally worn out and tired, but happy and fulfilled. 

You move away from me and let me turn around again. I settle back against the header and try to catch my breath. My body is covered in sweat pearls and our cum is running down my legs and out of my holes. You tell me that you will be back in a second and grab your boxers. You leave the room and I hear your car door. Shortly after you return with a towel and a pair of metal clippers. You clip the chain of the cuffs and free my hand. I get up of the bed and wipe the sweat of my body and the juices running along my leg, but leave the wetness between my legs. I gather up my underwear and dress. I slip into my bra and panties, then into the dress. As the shoulder straps are cut I have to hold it up. 

My legs are wobbly and I sit back down on the bed, as I don’t want to fall. You look at me and hand me your shirt. I slip it on and knot it at my waist. You put on your pants and shoes and then sweep me up in your strong arms. 

“Close your eyes darling,” you say “ the fella down there made quiet a bloody mess.” I shut my eyes and press my face into your bare chest. You carry me down the stairs and out of the house. I feel the cold night air on my body and open my eyes. The sky is filled with stars and the air is mild and warm. You put me down next to the car and open the door for me. I slip in and settle back in the seat. You get in behind the wheel and start driving. I roll down the window and let the night air caress me. I close my eyes and drift off into a light sleep, feeling your cum seeping through my panties and onto the car seat.



Kidnapped



Corri Bonds left the classroom later than usual for a Friday. She had stayed to correct the spelling tests from her fourth grade class. She wanted to get them out of the way so that she would have time to spend with her boyfriend, Koban, over the weekend. They were planning to go down to visit her mother in Kentucky. It was not a trip the young school teacher was looking forward to. Her anxieties were growing as she thought about it. She doubted that her choice of a companion would be met with approval. Her perfectionist mother would surely pick Koban apart. She was stressing out just thinking about the rain of criticism which she anticipated pouring down on her in the inevitable phone call after the meeting. 

As she was leaving the building, she noticed a man standing by the curb looking at her. She looked away and walked away. As she did he came over to her. 

"Hey there little girl, you got a light?" 

She looked at the man with disdain. "No sir, I don't, I don't smoke." She walked away again. 

"Oh, c'mon now Corri Ann, there's no need to be that way, after all I'm just looking for a light for my cigarette." 

Corri turned and looked at him again. "How do you know my name?" 

"Oh, I know quite a lot about you actually. I know you're cute and innocent and you got a great pair of legs and those are all things I really like." 

She looked at him more closely. He was dressed in a ragged black raincoat with the collar raised up around his neck. He was in his early forties but his unshaven face and disheveled appearance made him look older. He had an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth. 

"Sir, I am not interested. Leave me alone!" She again walked away, this time with the determination not to respond to him again. 

"Sure thing, baby. Whatever it is you want, I'll give it to you." 

Corri quickened her pace as she crossed the street. She wanted to get out of the sight of this repulsive looking man as soon as possible. Turning a corner a couple of blocks away, she began to relax. She had a long walk ahead of her but it was a nice day so she didn't mind so much. Her Porsche was in the shop until Tuesday. Her thoughts drifted off to the weekend plans as she made her way through the parks area. She decided to take a shortcut through the woods, a primitive path that cut a few minutes time off the walk. It was just starting to get dark. 

Halfway down the path Corri stopped to get a stone out of her shoe. As she was shaking it out, she glanced behind her. About a hundred yards back she could see the man in the black raincoat walking toward her. Corri's heart started pounding. The man was frightening enough on a public street but on a deserted path in the woods, he was terrifying. Corri hurriedly put her shoe back on and started walking at a very fast pace. Looking back it was clear that not only was she not getting away but he was actually catching up. Corri started to run. She wanted to scream but with no one else around it would be useless. At the bottom of a steep hill she took a detour across a short wooden bridge over the creek which flows past the abandoned mill. It was unusual for Corri to go through the millyard but she wanted to be out of the woods as fast as possible. 

Upon reaching the pavement, the frantic teacher looked back again. The man was gaining ground. He too was running. Corri sprinted as fast as she could. She wanted to get around the edge of the old brick building so that she would be out of his sight. Rounding the corner, she was moving between two vacant buildings, the mill and the boarded up power plant. Looking back she could see that the man had yet to come around the corner. Corri ducked into an alley that separated the two sections of the power plant. She crouched down under a set of metal stairs and hid under the lowest step. She listened intently. A few seconds later she heard the footsteps of her pursuer go by. 

Her ploy had worked. He would now be in a situation where he would have to choose between several different paths to take. Corri hoped he would end up thinking he had taken the wrong choice and give up. But she was taking no chances. She decided to stay put for awhile, at least an hour. Only then would she venture back out. She looked at her watch. It was 6:30. She vowed not to move until 7:30. She was very frightened but relieved because she had outwitted her stalker. 

After about ten minutes she heard footsteps in the alley. 

"Corri Ann, you in here? Hey girl, you there? Come out, come out wherever you are! Yoo hoo, you there little princess?" 

Corri's heart pounded harder and faster than it had ever pounded before in her life. The man was only a few feet away. Corri was as still as a stone. 

"Could you be here? Is it possible?" There was a long pause. "Oh well, I guess not." 

The footsteps faded out as the man left the alley. Corri calmed herself down. She waited. She wanted to be sure he was long gone before coming out of her hiding spot. She checked her watch frequently. At 7:40 she squeezed out from under the stairs. It was pitch black in the alley. Corri moved slowly back toward the mill. She was scared but determined. Reaching the corner she peeked out slightly and looked both ways. There was no sign of him. She moved along the edge of the power plant wall. At the next corner she crossed over and walked next to the mill. At the end of the building she would enter the front millyard where it would then be only another fifty yards or so to the safety of the well lit street. As she neared the end Corri felt safe again. 

The moment she cleared the corner of the building he was upon her. He ran into her with a force that lifted her off the ground and knocked the wind out of her. He carried her a few yards and slammed her into the side of his white cargo van. He pinned her and covered her mouth. Corri was absolutely helpless as his great strength overwhelmed her. The man was breathing heavily. He was in a very agitated state. 

"All right, little girl, I got you. You thought you could get away, but now I have you. You're gonna do it my way now, do you understand?" 

Unable to speak, Corri could only look at the man with wide open terrified eyes. He pulled the girl forward and then smashed her back into the van. 

"Do you understand?" His voice was strained and angry. Corri let out a muffled response and was able to nod her head very slightly to show her assent. As she did he dragged her to the back of the van. Quickly opening the doors, he threw her in. Corri bounced and slid a few feet. He jumped in and grabbed her by the hair. In an instant he applied duct tape to her mouth. Pinning her to the floor, he pulled both her arms behind her back. In a flash her hands were tied. Just as quickly her legs were skillfully bound. In less than two minutes she was completely subdued. 

"Lay still, bitch, we're going for a ride." 

With that the cargo doors were slammed shut. Her abductor got in behind the wheel and started off. Corri lay on the cargo floor, paralyzed with fear. She was not able to move at all. The ropes were very tight. She was desperately trying to breathe in enough air through her nose but it was difficult as her quivering body gasped for more oxygen. She was a prisoner. And as bad as her situation was, she was afraid that it was only going to get worse. Much worse. 

The ride took twenty minutes but for the hapless girl it seemed much longer. The driver was obviously in a hurry. He seemed to be speeding. Corri thought that perhaps the cops might notice but the siren never came. Going around corners Corri slid on the floor of the van. As there was no way to brace herself she hit the walls each time. She tried to struggle against the ropes but the knots had been skillfully and securely tied. Escape was not a possibility. Finally the van came to a stop. Corri heard the sound of a garage door opening. As the vehicle pulled in a new and stronger fear came over her. This apprehension grew as the door shut. Her kidnapper got out and went into the house. Corri was left alone in the darkness for several minutes. The waiting brought her to a panicked state. She wondered if she could endure much more. 

Corri Ann jerked backwards as the cargo doors were flung open. She tried to place herself out of reach but the attempt was in vain. Her kidnapper easily reached for her feet and dragged her down. At the edge he grabbed her by the hair with one hand and by the rope tied around her legs with the other. He picked her up like a piece of baggage and carried her across the garage and up a flight of stairs into the house. In the living room the man leaned Corri against the wall. He held an object up near her face. She was startled and frightened as the shaft of the switchblade knife popped up in front of her eyes. 

"You do what I say and the only thing I'll be cutting is rope. Do you understand?" 

Corri shook her head up and down. She urgently tried to answer with a "yes" but it was muffled by the duct tape which still held her mouth shut. 

"Good, then there's no reason we shouldn't be able to get along quite well then." 

The man lowered the knife and quickly severed the rope which held Corrie's legs together. Moving higher he sliced the knots which bound her hands. It felt good to be unrestrained but this relief was temporary. The man spun Corrie around. Throwing the knife aside he grabbed the front of the teacher's blue dress and ripped it open from the neck down. The metal buttons flew off bouncing on the hardwood floor. The dress was quickly and forcefully pulled down off her shoulders and dropped to the floor where it was kicked aside. Reaching behind her he grabbed her black bra on both sides of the clasps and tore it open. Corri desperately tried to push the man away but this seemed only to increase his wanton desire. He grabbed her by the throat pushing her against the wall until she stopped the struggle. Reaching down he viciously tore off her flame red panties as if the bright color angered him in some way, setting off some malicious primal impulse in his brain. Finally, he grabbed the corner of the duct tape and yanked it off in one quick motion. The skin around Corri's mouth was stinging hot but she was glad to be able to breath through her mouth again. But even this respite was short lived. Forcing his mouth onto hers he pressed her head and body back into the wall using all his strength and weight to squeeze his victim. Corri felt as though she was suffocating as his tongue penetrated deep into her mouth. Her lips were bruised from the great pressure as he rolled his mouth back and forth against hers. Both of them were breathing heavily and loudly from the struggle. His hands were all over her body finally coming to rest on her breasts which he gripped strongly in his large hands. He pinched her nipples, crushing them between his vicelike fingers. Corri squealed in pain but the relentless assault continued. The man began to move his hips and grind his crotch into her. 

Unable to draw a full breath, Corri felt herself getting dizzy. As she was coming close to feinting, her body went limp. The man backed off as Corri collapsed to her knees. He grabbed her by the hair to keep her from falling over. Holding her up, he pulled her thick red hair ever harder. The pain brought her back to full consciousness. Her tormentor then dragged her by her hair across the wood floor into the dining room. He picked her up and laid her across the dining room table. Pulling out two pieces of white rope, he again demonstrated his proficiency by quickly tying both of Corri's hands to a heavy chair at the head of the table. Using a black silk scarf as a blindfold, he wrapped it around her head insuring that all she could see was darkness. The helpless woman laid on the table, awaiting his next move. 

It didn't come. There was a dead silence in the room. It was as if the man had vanished. She felt he was close by but she could not hear him. Minutes passed by at an incredibly slow pace. The tension was unbearable. Corri began to squirm. She pulled hard on the ropes but to no avail. As the waiting continued she began to cry. Finally, reaching a breaking point, she screamed out; "NO, NO, STOP THIS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? PLEASE STOP THIS!" 

She let out a scream when she felt the touch of his fingertips on her body. "YOU BASTARD, LET ME GO!" 

"Shhhhh.....quiet". 

His lips touched hers. Unlike before he was now being as gentle as possible. He kissed her with a featherlike softness which contrasted sharply with the forced circumstances she was in. His passionate touch was like that of an adoring paramour who is in awe of the beauty of his lover's body, worshipping it most tenderly. In a slow deliberate manner he kissed her face and upper body. He drew circles around her nipples with his tongue, withholding the pleasure from her until they were taut and ready. And indeed, despite Corri's trepidation, she began to succumb to the sensual talents of this man who had abducted her. She found herself becoming increasingly aroused by his skills, although she made an effort to disguise it. But when he dipped below the waistline he began an erotic torture which had a tumultuous effect on the young woman. With his tongue extended he drew wet circles all around her clit. He would come very close but not touch it. Corri ached for relief but said nothing. Only her heavier breathing belied her desire. Sensing her increasing need, he would move lower to her inner thighs. The smooth silky skin in that area was the most sensitive on her body. The tension was multiplied as he licked, sucked, and nibbled. This was followed by more tantalizing circles around her deprived clitoris. Corri began to lose control. Despite her efforts at restraint she began to moan and squirm on the table. Eventually she began to beg for relief with a despondent tone of voice, "Please, please,......do it please, please." Yet still the man continued with this game of tactile deprivation. On and on he went repeating the process over and over until his victim was in a frenzied almost psychotic state. Then he suddenly buried his face into her throbbing pussy. Corri reacted with a tremendous explosion which progressed into a long series of pulsating orgasms. She screamed loudly as he continued to voraciously eat her. After several minutes she fell quiet and still as the mind bending force of the many orgasms numbed her into a state of blissful unconsciousness. 

The chilling sensation of ice cold water dripping on her shoulders and neck brought Corri back to life. She was now on the floor, tied by her hands to the oaken footboard of a king size bed. It took her a moment to adjust to her surroundings. The bedroom was large. There were numerous cinnamon scented candles burning throughout the room. The flickering flames reflected off the walls giving a warm glow to the room. Corri looked over her shoulder. The man was behind her. He was naked except for the medieval black leather hood which covered his head. Only his dark eyes were visible through the mask. She also noticed that he had a large erection. 

"Welcome back Miss Bonds. You were out for a bit so I had to drip the cold water on you to wake you up. Sorry about that but I'm not finished with you." 

"Please let me go!" 

"No, no.....come now Corri Ann, that wouldn't be fair, would it? After all, I haven't had my fun yet. It's my turn now little girl. Now, get up on your knees, in the doggie style position. That's it. Reach up and grab the top of the footboard." Corri complied with his orders. She had never felt so vulnerable. 

"Now, get your ass up higher in the air! Higher! Now!" 

The prisoner arched her back downward to make her butt as high as possible. 

"Very good! Let us begin!" 

With that the black leather paddle came crashing down hard on Corri's left cheek. She groaned and lurched forward. The next whack hit her right cheek. The hot searing pain caused her to grab the bedframe with all her strength. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as the onslaught continued in a methodical fashion. After eight whacks he stopped and rubbed her burning red skin. Corri began to cry very softly but audibly. The man continued with eight more spanks of increasing hardness. Each one stepped up the intensity of the heat which was spreading through her body, enveloping her in a warm, numbing glow which eradicated the boundaries between pain and pleasure. Corri was in a zone where there was no thought, only sensation. The experience was all that existed. It became reality. After number 16 he again stopped to rub her ass. The girl was no longer crying but uttering senseless gibberish. The soothing rubdown had no effect as the skin could no longer feel soft touch. He picked the paddle up again. The last six were extremely hard. Corri let out squeals which came from the depths of her being. White hot light flashed in her brain. After the 22nd whack he threw the paddle aside. 

"There, that's the birthday spanking I'm sure you never received. Consider it my gift to you. Now, for my pleasure!" 

Stepping aside for a moment he pushed two buttons on the stereo next to the bed. Returning to Corri he issued one more loud command; "GET YOUR ASS UP HIGH, NOW!" 

The teacher could only obey. As she raised up for the final time he slid his throbbing hard-on into her ass. Corri gasped loudly at this unexpected intrusion. At the same moment the stereo came on blaring out Jim Morrison singing "Back Door Man". He took great pleasure singing along while fucking to the hard rhythmic beat of the song. Driving his cock into her ass with deep penetrating strokes, Corri became nothing more than a receptacle for his powerful plunges. As the song reached it's maximum crescendo the man humped harder to achieve his own climax. Corri felt his ejaculation deep inside her, triggering her own juices to flow. As the stereo fell quiet all that was heard was the passionate heavy grunting of their shared orgasms. 

After cutting the ropes he lifted her exhausted body onto the bed. He laid down next to her putting his arm around her. 

"Well.......how was that?" 

"Oh god, it was perfect, absolutely perfect. Thank you so much, it was exactly what I needed. It was better than my fantasy. Thank you Master." 

"Good, I'm glad you liked it. Believe me, I did too. Now, let's get a little sleep. We got a long drive tomorrow, or should I say, in a few hours." 

"Yes, thank you, Sir." 

Koban scooted up closer, his body pressing against hers. Holding her tight he put his lips to her ear, whispering softly, "You are beautiful." 



Kidnapped



Shannon awakened early to get her family ready for their daily lives. She slipped into her old worn and tattered terry cloth robe that once was a brilliant blue, today. It was just a badly faded blue shade. She slipped her house shoes onto her feet and stumbled to the restroom to wash the sleep from her eyes.

"Another day of cooking, cleaning and fighting with Samantha." She said smiling while looking into the mirror and thinking of her holy terror three year old. 

Shannon quietly walked to the kitchen starting the coffee, grabbing the eggs, bacon, and English muffins. Pouring orange juice into the glasses, milk into Samantha's and the brewed coffee into her and her husbands James cups. The aroma of the food had awoken the two sleeping beauties that were still in their beds. They both stumbled into the kitchen taking their places at the table. Samantha grabbed her cup of orange juice with her long curly brown hair falling into her face. Her big brown eyes sparkled as Shannon placed her plate of food in front of her.

"Mmmm tanks you mama." She smiled up with the look of an angel.

Samantha looked identical to her mother. She was even tall and thin in built as Shannon. James kept his black hair in place at all times. He was well built and muscular, very arrogant with a trigger finger temper. He put his hands on Shannon when he went into one of these rages if she just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.They ate their breakfast in silence, even Samantha knew not to act up when daddy was home.

Once James was out of the house and on his way to work Shannon turned on her stereo and began dressing Samantha and herself in matching white T-shirts, red shorts with red and white socks and white sneakers. Their hair was pulled up into a pony tail on top of their heads. Shannon rubbed children's sun screen on Samantha's exposed parts and placed Samantha's sun glasses on her face.

Shannon escorted her little girl outside to play in her sandbox. It was a lovely seasonal spring day. Shannon grabbed her shovel and began digging and filling her bucket. Shannon filled Jake's food and water bowl. Jake was their three-year-old Golden Retriever that they purchased at the time of Samantha's birth.

Shannon checked the gate making sure it was locked so no one could enter their back yard from the small alley behind their house. Now she could get her house work finished before it was time for lunch for Samantha. Shannon cleaned the kitchen and looked out the window at Samantha and Jake playing tug - a - war with an old rope. Shannon hurried so she could run the vacuum throughout the entire house. Once she had finished, she looked out the upstairs bedroom window to check on her daughter, it was awfully quiet. Her heart began to pound. Samantha was gone! The back gate stood opened and Jake lay in his dog house.

"Samantha! Oh my God . . . my baby!" Shannon screamed running from the room to the back yard.

Shannon searched every inch of the back yard and alley. Why isn't Jake moving? She asked herself. Walking to the dog she saw the blood running out of his dog house onto the ground. Stooping down she lifted his head and could see his throat had been slashed. Shannon reeled back wards. Her head was spinning and she stumbled into her house blinded by tears and trying to find her phone. She kept dialing the wrong number to 911 for she was panicking in the knowledge that someone had kidnaped her little girl. The police showed up finding Shannon running door to door in a hysterical state of mind, she ran to the officers who were approaching. 

"She's gone. My baby is gone! Please help me find her!" She cried as she tugged on the arm of one of the officers.

"Please Ma'am, you need to calm down so we can get the information we need to find her." The female officer with red hair told her.

"Calm down? How can I calm down they killed Jake, our dog to get to her?" She asked the police as tears streaked her face.

The officers looked at each other realizing this matched the same M.O. as the Jennings case a little girl who was also abducted from her back yard last month. They walked to the back yard where Samantha had been playing less then a half hour ago. The police roped off the house as the crime scene until the investigating team arrived. Neighbors stood outside realizing that Samantha had been abducted right in the safety of her back yard.

James' car sped in front of the house and he dashed into his home where to find the crime scene unit question his wife at the kitchen table. Detective Brandon Taylor who had been a detective the last sixteen years still looked young for his age of fifty years old. His brown hair had not one gray hair, he was of a thin muscular build and his brown eyes gleamed even behind his gold rimmed glasses. 

"What was it you were doing when you noticed your daughter Samantha was gone?" He asked her noticing how distraught she was.

"I was vacuuming the bedroom when I looked out to check on her." She told him.

"You're sure that you locked the gate before returning inside?" He asked her.

"Yes, it's a ritual for me to make sure she is safe." She told him then once again breaking down into a soulful cry.

"What have you done? Why weren't you protecting her?" James asked angrily shocking the police as well as Shannon.

"James, I thought she was safe with Jake out there too." She cried feeling even more guilt and remorse.

In one swift leap James was on top of Shannon strangling her. "I'll kill you! You, you stupid whore!" He yelled at her falling to the floor and knocking over the chair as they fell to the floor.

Detective Taylor grabbed James off of Shannon who lay on the floor looking so frightened and fragile as that of a small child. Detective Taylor and two officers hand cuffed James as he tried to break free to attack his wife once more. Shannon was helped to her feet and could only look at James with contempt.

"You can't hurt me any more James. Because whoever took, my little girl has ripped out my heart. Leave my house James and my attorney will be in contact." She spoke those words that sent a cold chill through James.

The officers led him out of the house and into a squad car. Detective Taylor looked at Shannon for a second until he saw a large bruise on the back of her thigh. He could tell it was an old one, he decided to look deeper into James Hilton's past and any priors if he had any. Shannon sat by the phone waiting for someone to call her, someone to tell her where her little girl had been taken. Tears never stopped falling from her eyes while Shannon could only pray for a miracle. Detective Taylor and his unit set up their equipment while they waited for a call or a note . . . They would just wait for some type of a clue.

Shannon curled up in the red over stuffed chairs by the phone, her head kept dropping as she dozed off only to awaken to the fear flowing through her veins. Her doctor monitored Shannon throughout the night as she wished Shannon would take a shot to relax her. Shannon's eyes drifted over to Detective Taylor who had some of his belongings sent over to him. Shannon yawned as sleep drifted over her like a warm blanket.

Three hours later . . .

Shannon had finally drifted off to a sound sleep when the phone rang startling everyone in the house hold that had been covered with a blanket of silence. No one had been speaking just going over their paper work or reading. Shannon sat straight up looking at the phone wide eyed and frightened. She waited until the officer gave her the okay to pick up the phone.

"Hello . . . " She answered the phone with a shaky voice. 

"Yes this is Shannon . . . " She told the deranged sounding voice on the other end of the phone. 

"Let me talk to my baby please ..." She cried into the receiver.

"A million dollars? I don't have that kind of money. No! Please don't kill her! I will get it! I'll get it, just don't hurt her please." She cried as she could hear Samantha cry out with fear.

The phone went dead and Shannon held it with both hands crying as she stared at it. The officer was able to make the connection, The kidnapper was only a few feet away from them.

"Sir the perpetrators are in the house." The young male Latin officer told Detective Taylor

Everyone looked shocked and the searches began, room to room and still they found nothing, nothing and no one was in those rooms. The F.B.I. was called in where they found a device that had been hooked to the phone line to look as if the call was made from within the house. Shannon was pacing back and forth when she dropped to the floor crying hysterically.

"Oh my God, she's gone, my baby is gone! I know she is not on earth anymore! Oh sweet Jesus, please take me too!" She cried laying down on the floor as her body was wrenched with hysterical Crying. 

Just five miles away from Shannon's house John Derringer cooked stew's and home made meat pie's for his family, friends, co-workers and his neighbors. They all thought he was such a good guy, an out standing person. John Derringer rose early every morning and leaving the house every day like clock work at Seven every morning. He would sit in his van waiting for a young child to take from their yard. Once he had his victim he would drive out to the country to his secret place that not even his wife knew about. Once inside he would abuse his victim for hours on end before killing them. He would chuckle to himself as he cleaned away any trace of anyone being there, right down to chopping up his victim, then he would have the remains ground finely in his grinder and feed them to his family, friends, co-workers and neighbor's. He left not an ounce of evidence behind at the cabin.

Today he was excited after yesterdays catch, plus the free bonus killing of the dog. Now he waited for the chance to kidnap five-year-old Steven Reynolds. Steven had just turned five and wanted to grow up to be a basket ball player like his older brother Tyrone. John Derringer saw his opportunity to get his catch of the day. He slowly walked to the back yard where Tyrone was swinging, he opened the gate that was not locked. Tyrone just looked up at the man with his big brown eyes that sparkled. John quickly places a white cloth over the boy's face causing him to fall in his waiting arms. He quickly covers the boy in a blanket he had tucked under his arm. Carrying the unconscious child to his van. 

He had not been prepared for the F.B.I. to be waiting inside of his van for his return. John dropped the boy into the van and tried to run only he was surrounded. They took him into custody and Shannon watched from one of the officers cars crying for her baby who came to her last night to say a finale good-bye. She wanted Shannon to know who hurt her and the others. Shannon was crying hysterically on the floor when Samantha knelt down next to her.

"Mama, don't cry mama, the bad man is not here anymore. The angels are going to take me to play with them until you can come live wit me, mama. Me and Jake will be waiting mama." She told Shannon as she hugged her for the last time. 

Detective Taylor looked at her holding only air. He could not see nor hear whom she was speaking to. He was leary about the lead, but knew he had better follow what Shannon told him. He was never a religious person, but after witnessing Shannon talking to her daughter he did believe in angels. 

*

A year later...

Shannon stood over the make shift grave of her little girl that was filled with her toys. A tear rolled down her cheek as she looked at the pink and white head stone. It was hard for her to come here, but every day before and after work Shannon would visit her baby leaving a single red rose for her. 



Kidnapped



I am walking down the street and a Van pulls up and two men jump out and throw me into the van. There are chains and shackles hanging from a metal rod that runs along the back of the van. They wore masks so I could not see their faces. They tore my clothes, they cut holes in my pants and holes to expose my tits. My arms were shackled above my head, my legs were cuffed apart and I was on my knees.

We made a few more stops and picked up other girls. There were now three girls chained up, half naked in the back of this van. The van stopped and the men opened the doors. They took one girl out bent her over so she was face down on the floor of the van arms cuffed apart in front of her. Her ass was in the air. They spread her cheeks and examined her ass. One man put on rubber gloves and started probing her ass. He spread her asshole and opened it up as much as he could. He shoved a tire iron into her ass and began to fuck her with it. Her facial expression went from frightened to pleasured in seconds. She started to back up onto the object.

Then the men pulled me and the other girl out of the van. They bent us over the same way. They stretched out my asshole, they shoved a flashlight in my ass and fucked me. The other girl got air blown up her ass by an air machine.

They took turns fucking us with the different objects. One man couldn't help himself any more and he took out his cock and shoved in one girls ass. He fucked her so hard and she was screaming with pleasure. The girl next to me got so turned on she wrapped her legs around me and started rubbing her pussy against mine. Both of us were soaking wet. 

The other men tried to separate us, he had to uncuff me and move me to get the other girl off of me. As soon as he released my hands I grabbed his zipper and ripped his pants got on my knees and sucked his cock. When I was done I got up and cuffed his hands and released the other girl. She went right for his face, she sat down and fucked his face as hard as she could. I turned around and sat on the cock. I took his cock and filled my pussy. I bounced on that cock so hard I thought he was going to explode. 

The other man came over and stuck his cock in my mouth and I sucked all of the cum from the other girl off. Right before the cock in my pussy went off I turned around to catch it in my mouth and the other guy shoved his cock as far and as hard as he could into my ass. I came all over so did the men. One came in my ass and they other in my mouth. 

The two girls helped my cuff these men together. They thought they were going to show us a thing or two about control. So we decided to give them a show.

I pushed on girl down on her back next to the cuffed men. Our tongues quickly found each other and began to dance. Our now naked bodies were sliding up and down together. I was so excited to think I was kidnapped and getting to pleasure another woman at the same time. I slowly found my way down to her hot box. Using my tits I rubbed her cunt. My ass was in the air for the taking.

The other girl came up behind me and spread my ass checks wide open. She soon dove in to my ass like a hungry animal. She devoured every inch of my ass and my now dripping pussy. 

My tongue teased the clit of the unknown woman beneath me. She jumped with excitement. It wasn't long until she was grinding her musky scented pussy into my face. Trying desperately to cum all over my exploring tongue.

I sat up walked over to the men and teased them with my tits. Her cocks were standing at attention, trying to get me to notice.

I sat on top of the girl and we began grinding our wet pussy together. Bumping hard trying to climax. Every time her lips touched mine I was closer to orgasm. The third girl sat on the truck fingering herself while watching. 

Finally, I grabbed this girls thighs and rode her cunt like a dog in heat. Humping her hard as I could. She began crying out and shaking, cumming all over my wet pussy. Soon after my pussy was squirting out cum all over hers. We feel back, trying to catch our breath.

We each found what was left of our clothes and went our separate ways. And the men stayed cuffed together naked.



Kidnapped



Once upon a summer time, it was a beautiful warm day. The sun was out, and the sky was clear. It was about 70 degrees farenheit, (21.1 celsius) with a light breeze. There is a house near some woods, where a lady, named Nancy lives.

Nancy walks outside on this warm day, wearing a long black dress, with the zipper under her left arm. The shirt part of her dress feels like velvet. It is solid black, with long sleeves. Her skirt is of a rougher, black, material. There are many tiny flowers scattered on the skirt. She also has white socks, and sneakers, on.

Nancy uses a cane for balance over grass. She walks down the front steps, and to the curb. She turns left and walks to a near by park.

Unknown to her, a man watchs her as she walks. He follows her close by loving how sweet she looks.

Nancy has good hearing, but is busy humming to herself.

Without her knowing, he closes the gap on her.

Nancy thinks she hears something. She moves her short legs faster.

Being taller, he catches up to her, cutting her off.

Nancy is startled, as she is stopped by a tall man, she has not seen before.

Nancy looks at this stranger.

Nancy "Do I know you?"

The stranger says nothing but grabs her and pulls her into the woods with him.

Nancy struggles, trying to pull away.

He easily pushs her to the ground.

Nancy says "Ugh!" She falls.

The stranger speaks. "Now listen! If you do as I tell you, I will not hurt you."

"What do you want?" Nancy says, scared.

He says "First I want your body then I want to train you as mine."

Nancy tries to crawl away.

He pulls her back.

Nancy sighs.

The stranger shows her a knife "Do as I tell you! Understand?"

Nancy looks at the knife, and stops moving.

He straddles over her.

Nancy looks up at him.

He plays with her right breast

Nancy folds her arms, still trying to be tough.

The stranger back hands her.

"Ouch." Nancy says.

The stranger rubs her right breast more.

Nancy pleads, "Please don't."

The stranger "shut up and do as I tell you. Or I will hurt you!"

Nancy gets quiet.

The stranger says, "Now, open your top for me."

Nancy reluctantly reaches her right hand under her left arm, and unzips her dress.

The stranger says"All the way now."

Nancy bends her left arm, reaches her right arm over, and grabs the sleeve. Then she holds on to her sleeve, as she bends her left arm down, pulling it out of her sleeve. Then, pushing up with her left arm, she takes her dress off, over her head, and drops it.

The stranger runs the knife over her shoulders and chest.

Nancy does not look happy.

The stranger kisss her neck.

Nancy slightly smiles.

The stranger whispers, "Open your bra."

Nancy says, "I don't want to."

The stranger bites into her shoulder softly and whispers, "Do it!"

Nancy: "But......"

The stranger: "but what?"

Nancy: "I don't want to."

The stranger places the knife in her ribs. "But do it!"

Nancy feels the knife blade in her ribs. She slips her arms out of her bra. and removes it.

The stranger kisss the right nipple and circles it with his tongue.

Nancy says " I like that."

The stranger circles it as he kisses it. Then he softly sucks it.

Nancy: "mmmmmmmmmmmm"

Nancy senses that she is loosing her desire to resist.

The stranger suckles on it slowly and softly as he drops the knife and plays with her other nipple.

Nancy: "mmmmmmmmmmm."

The stranger sucks the nipple harder now.

Nancy says "I like how that feels."

The stranger keeps sucking on the right nipple and plays with the left one.

Nancy moans: "ohhh."

The stranger kisss down her belly.

Nancy smiles big.

The stranger licks her belly

Nancy: "Why me?"

The stranger says, "Because I have followed you and want to make you mine. and to train you."

Nancy looks suprised. "I've been followed?"

The stranger "By me."

Nancy says, "Sometimes, I thought I was seen."

The stranger kisss her navel and kisss lower so he has picked her as his.

Nancy gathers courage, and slowly moves a hand to the knife.

The stranger kissses and licks her not noticing her hand.

Nancy grabs the knife, and slowly moves her hands to her sides.

Nancy says, "This feels wonderful!"

The stranger licks her navel right above her pussy and begins kissing down on it.

Nancy moves the hand with the knife, to push him away from her pussy, holding the knife tight.

The stranger looks at her.

Nancy asks, "Something wrong?"

The stranger sees her with the knife.

The stranger grabs her hand with the knife. "That is not a smart thing to do."

Nancy says, "I know."

Nancy opens her hand.

The stranger says, Drop it and it will be fine."

Nancy does not drop it.

The stranger looks her in the eyes.

The look frightens her.

Nancy drops it.

The stranger kisss her hard and pulls her to him.

Nancy: "mmmmmmmmm."

The stranger says, "I am going to make you mine now, and take you right now."

Nancy askes, "How?"

The stranger kisss her. "I am going to fuck you," he whispers.

The stranger spreads her legs open as she is on the ground.

Nancy relaxes.

The stranger grips her ankles and raises them in the air.

Nancy: "oh!"

The stranger looks her in the eyes as He places his cock head against her pussy opening.

Nancy moans, "mmmmmmmmmm."

The stranger: "Are you ready?" I moan.

Nancy: "yes."

The stranger says, "Do it now."

Nancy moans, "mmmmmmmmmm."

The stranger: "hands over your head."

Nancy moves her hands.

The stranger pushes in her all the way.

Nancy "ouch. Tight fit."

The stranger moans as he pushes in and out slowly, feeling how tight she is.

Nancy "ugh."

Nancy "How does this make me yours?"

The stranger kisss her. "I am going to cumn in you and it makes you mine."

Nancy "oh."

The stranger kisss her more and pushs in more.

Nancy grunts.

The stranger raises her legs in the air more.

The stranger begins to thrust in her harder.

Nancy "Please don't hurt me."

The stranger: "You want to get on top then?"

Nancy nods

The stranger: "okay."

The stranger gets up off her and lays on his back.

Nancy smiles, and moves over, gets on top, and pushes her pussy against his cock.

The stranger grabs her hips, slowly pulling her down onto him.

Nancy groans as she feels the stranger's cock enter her deep. "Ugh."

The stranger feels how tight she is. He eases up, a little, on his pulling.

Nancy feels the pressure ease, and smiles.

The stranger asks: "Is that better?"

Nancy says: "Yes."

The stranger smiles, looking at her happy face, as he presses his cock all the way in.

He asks her: "How does that feel?"

Nancy says: "mmmmmmmmmm good."

He says "Good. There is something I need you to do for me."

"Yes?"

As he releases his seed into her pussy: "Call me Sir, from now on."

Nancy gasps, suprised. "Yes Sir." Nancy feels the warm liquid inside her.

The stranger says: "Good girl."

He says, "Stand up!"

Nancy, knowing what the warm feeling means, stands up. She stands relaxed, accepting her situation.

The end.



Kidnapped



It was dark, but not late when her silver Firebird pulled up outside her apartment. She'd forgotten to leave any lights on, and, of course, she never locked her doors--typical. Her nature was both too trusting and too certain of her own invincibility. She fumbled with the doorknob. Once she got the door open, she struggled inside, her arms too full with books to bother with the light switch. 

She made it a whole three steps into the living room before she was seized from behind. She gasped in surprise as a hand grabbed her throat and an arm snaked around her waist. She tried to drop to her knees to escape her attacker, but her efforts only resulted in her being dragged roughly back to her feet by her hair. She tried to bite, to elbow him, but each time her attempts were thwarted. It was almost like he was toying with her, amusing himself. Suddenly, her mouth and nose were covered with plastic. She fought, tried to breathe. In very short order, her vision started blurring, and her efforts to struggle became weaker and weaker. And then she blacked out.

She awoke, naked, bound, gagged, and blindfolded. Her hands were tied behind her back. Another rope was tied around her arms, farther up, joining her elbows in the middle of her back. Her feet were bound together as well, and more rope circled her knees. She lay on her side, her hair in disarray all around her. She wondered what had happened to her clothes and, strangely, attempted to suppress a hysterical giggle. She tried to look around the blindfold, but couldn't. Something leather encircled her throat tightly, restricting her breathing. Something else that felt strangely like the material of the panties she'd been wearing earlier was stuffed in her mouth and held in place with tape. There was a gentle rocking motion beneath her, and she surmised that she was in the backseat of a car. She tried to free herself surreptitiously, hoping to avoid detection by whoever was driving.

He'd been watching her in the rearview mirror the whole time, waiting for her to awaken. He smirked when he saw her move. "You might as well stop pretending you aren't awake, Miranda," he growled at her.

She stiffened. Just because she recognized the voice, it didn't make her feel any better. 

"It's just as well that you're awake, anyway," he continued, "because we're here."

The car stopped. Miranda wondered briefly how she was supposed to go anywhere tied as she was. She heard a door open, close, and another open. He tugged her toward him, then lifted her not-so-small frame effortlessly, threw her body over his shoulder, and carried her inside. After closing the door behind him, he roughly pushed her to her knees in front of him. 

"Here you are, slut," he snarled at her. He slapped her hard across the face, once, twice, thrice. Miranda whimpered, and her chin sank down to rest on her chest. He tangled his fingers in her hair and jerked her head back so she would've been looking at him if she could've seen past the blindfold. He ripped the gag from her mouth, pulling skin off her tender lips. She heard him unzip his pants, heard the fumble of cloth as he pulled out his cock. He pushed it to her lips, and she took it hungrily in her mouth. She started to bob her head up and down on his cock, but his hand on the back of her head stopped her. He shoved it into her mouth until her chin rested on his balls. She tried not to gag. Suddenly, her mouth was full of a warm, salty liquid that was decidedly not his cum. 

My God, she thought, he's pissing in my mouth. She did gag this time, but her mouth was rapidly filling with his urine. He held a hand under her jaw to prevent her from opening her mouth and spilling. She choked, faced with the decision of swallowing or drowning. She swallowed. He wasn't finished, of course. She swallowed four more times before he was done. When he stopped, he pulled his now-wet cock out of her mouth and wiped it dry on her face. He looked at her and smirked at the black eyeliner smeared across her face, wet from the saliva and urine. 

He slapped her again. "Filthy whore," he growled at her.

Miranda hung her head, grateful for the blindfold, her long, thin dark hair falling over her face and chest. She heard the faint clinking of a belt buckle and the unmistakable sound of the belt being pulled from the belt loops. She had just enough time to throw her head back out of the way before the first blow fell across her left breast. She tried to scream, but even without the gag, she couldn't make much noise. 

He watched her face as he whipped her with his belt. Each lick brought an angry red welt to the surface of her soft, pale skin. She tried to struggle, tried to fight him, but her bonds greatly curtailed any effort she made. He pushed her shoulders, and she fell back, landing hard on the floor. Miranda tried to rise back to her knees, but his foot on her throat stopped her. He turned his attention to her stomach, whipping her mercilessly. The blows rained down, faster, harder, and she made a noise that was half-scream, half-choke. He worked his way down her body, the first stroke of the belt against her tender inner thighs brought forth a strangled sob from her lips. 

"No, please," she begged, her voice a mere whisper.

He ignored her and continued to ravage her thighs with the belt. Already, bruises were forming on her breasts. Tears streamed down her face, in spite of the blindfold. He turned a deaf ear to her feverish pleas for mercy. She screamed and sobbed, the sounds coming out an odd mix between the two. He beat her thighs as hard as he could. 

"Shut up, you stupid bitch," he ordered her, increasing the pressure on her throat. 

She made a panic-stricken, gagging noise, trying to draw more air into her lungs. He lashed her across first her right nipple, then her left one. She wheezed out a cry. 

Abruptly, he removed his foot from her throat and hauled her to her feet. The entire front side of her body was darkening with bruises. He untied the ropes binding her feet and knees and forced her to walk forward. She tried, with trembling knees, to obey. He guided her into the bedroom and positioned her beside the bed. He untied her hands, replaced the ropes with cuffs, and placed cuffs around her ankles as well. He selected two lengths of rope and placed one beneath one of her reddened breasts. She flinched.

"You remember this, don't you?" he asked her, pulling the rope tightly against her breast. 

She wept in anguish as he wrapped the rope around first one breast and then the other. The rope bit into her soft skin, pinching her flesh, and further bruising the already-bruised tissues. He looked at the finished product. Her large breasts were deep purple and engorged. She thought they'd explode any minute now. Her turned her to face the bed.

"Lay down," he commanded in a voice that brooked no disobedience. 

Miranda slowly, painfully, climbed onto the bed. She sat down and tried to lay on her back. 

"Not that way, bitch!" he snarled at her and pushed her over on her stomach, on her swollen, aching, bound breasts. 

She squirmed, trying to find a more comfortable position. 

"Be still," he ordered coldly.

He tied each cuffed hand to the headboard and spread her legs wide. Her feet, too, he secured, so widely that her hips began to cramp almost immediately. He forced three fingers in her cunt, not surprised to find her dripping wet. She gasped in surprise. He pulled his fingers out and wiped the dampness on her ass. Miranda strained at her bonds, and he turned away and dug for the riding crop. Before he took a swing at her with it, he stuffed her panties back in her mouth and taped them back into place.

He swung the crop hard, and it landed squarely across her ass. She screamed behind the gag and would've raised up off the bed if she had enough slack in her restraints. He struck her again, just below where he hit her the first time. A thin line of blood formed atop the welt the blow left. Miranda struggled hard. She couldn't get away from the cruel whipping, and the more she moved, the more her bound breasts throbbed. 

"Please, no!" she begged behind her gag.

He paid her no mind, of course, and continued beating her. The crop stung her ass, back, and thighs. She fought, but to no avail. Nothing dissuaded him from whipping her. The whole backside of her body became red-striped and bloody. She believed it would never end. She burned all over, and the tears flowed freely down her face. 

He stopped only when he was too tired to raise the crop again. He ran his fingers over her bloody back and ass, and she flinched. He walked to the head of the bed and again ripped her gag out, tearing more flesh from her mouth. He held his fingers covered in her blood to her lips. She cleaned them obediently, without having to be told. 

"Do you know what that is, slut?" he asked her.

She nodded, unable to speak. He untied her hands, then moved to the opposite end of the bed to free her feet. Roughly, he pushed her over on her back and began to retie her in basically the same position. He removed the ropes from her breasts and roughly massaged them to bring the feeling back. Miranda sobbed. He pulled the blindfold off. Her face was a mess, her dark eye makeup smeared everywhere. Her eyes were red from crying, and tears still trickled down her cheeks. While he enjoyed seeing her in such disarray, he also wanted her to see what he had in store for her next. 

He retrieved a large box full of 18-gauge needles and set it on the bed next to her. Her blue-gray eyes widened in fear when she saw them. He removed one from the box and looked at her.

"I don't think I have to tell you be still, do I?"

She shook her head, afraid. He brutally pinched one nipple, making it hard beneath his touch. She bit her lip when he touched it with the point of the needle. He shoved it through her hard nipple horizontally, and she screeched loudly. He took out another needle and readied it at her other nipple. He looked up at her, enjoying the fear he saw in her eyes. Her fingers clawed at the sheets when he pushed this needle through. Her nipples burned agonizingly. He removed two more needles from the box and inserted one through each nipple, vertically this time. More tears appeared in Miranda's eyes when he tugged lightly on the ends of the needles. 

Slowly, deliberately, he ran his hands down her bruised torso and over her battered thighs. He smacked her pussy once, hard, and heard her sharp intake of breath when he touched her clit with one finger.

"What?" he asked. "Do you like this?"

She nodded miserably.

He pinched her clit. "Are you a dirty little whore?"

She nodded again.

"Say it," he instructed.

"I'm a dirty little whore," she whispered.

"Yes," he growled, "you are." 

He slapped her cunt again, and she jumped. "I think your pussy needs some decorations, to match the ones on your nipples, don't you?"

The fear came back into her eyes, and she hurriedly shook her head no.

"No?" he asked. "Oh, well, it doesn't matter what you want, anyway."

He leaned over her thighs, effectively pinning them to the bed, and pulled out another needle. This one went through the fatty tissue of her outer labia. Miranda howled in pain, but he didn't let it deter him. He went all the way around the outside of her soaked pussy with needles. She purred when she felt his fingers on her wet folds, separating her...at least until she realized what he was doing. Another needle pierced her inner labia. She screamed, not believing pain this awful could exist. He pushed another needle in, and the fight left her. Her body went limp, and all she could do was sob softly, quietly, in abject misery as he shoved two more needles in. When he finished, he looked up at her. 

"Twelve needles," he said. "You're just short of one for unlucky thirteen."

Another wave of fear washed over her face as she quickly realized his intention. The final needle he pushed through her sensitive clit hood. The white-hot pain shot through her, and she came very close to losing consciousness for the second time that night. She was beyond tears. She sobbed, but her eyes were dry. Blood dripped from her nipples and her cunt. Her whole body ached, and her bonds dug into her wrists and ankles. He moved off of her body and came to stand next to her head. Somehow, she noticed idly, he had gotten naked in the time she was blindfolded. He thrust his hard cock in her face.

She opened her mouth to take him in. He knelt above her head, and she knew she wasn't so much giving a blowjob as getting a face-fucking. He rammed his hard cock down her throat. She gagged, but couldn't get away. He thrust in and out, again and again. Her struggles and gags excited him farther, and in short order, he was close to orgasm. He wrapped his hands around her neck and squeezed hard as he rammed his cock down her throat one last time. He groaned when he came, drowning out her strangled gagging noises as she fought in vain to breathe. 

Finally, he withdrew, and she swallowed the load of cum in her mouth, gasping for breath. He removed the needles from her nipples and pussy, and, thankfully, taking them out was nowhere near as bad as putting them in. She closed her eyes, grateful for the momentary respite. He noticed, as always.

"Do you think you're finished?" he growled at her. 

Timidly, she shook her head. He untied her once again and clipped a leash to the collar around her neck. 

"Come with me, cunt," he ordered, yanking on her leash. 

Miranda tried to stand next to him, but he pushed her to her knees. She understood and crawled alongside him to the bathroom. He pointed to the bathtub, and she edged into it. He tugged at her leash and positioned her so her upper body hung off the side of the tub, while her lower body remained inside, her ass pointed skyward. 

"You need to be cleaned out before I go any farther with you," he said, dangling an enema bag in front of her eyes. 

The horrified expression on her face was priceless. She tried to get up, but he slapped her back down. He took up on her leash some more and pulled her head down as far as it would go, nearly touching the cold floor. He hung the enema bag behind her and roughly inserted the other end in her ass. He released the clip and warm water flowed inside her. Once the bag was empty, he replaced the enema tube with a butt plug and waited. The cramps hit her almost immediately. She squirmed, trying to find some relief. He watched in sadistic glee. 

"Please," she begged him. "Please! It hurts so much."

He laughed at her. "Ok, I'll take it out."

She was surprised at his acquiescence. He removed the butt plug, and she tried to stand to move to the toilet. 

"No," he pushed her back down.

Once again the look on her face was priceless. 

"You let it out where you are," he told her.

Now she understood his speed in removing the plug. 

"I can't," she sobbed.

"You can, and you will," he said, sitting back to wait and pulled on her leash again, forcing her head back down. 

She cried, the tears coming again, but, as he said, she couldn't keep the liquid from running out of her. The more that came out, the more she wailed. He thought for a moment about telling her to shut up, but decided her liked hearing her misery. 

Finally, when it was all gone and the cramps had stopped, he looked at her. "You're a fucking filthy mess."

He turned the shower on, cold water only, and she shrieked in protest. He kept her head held down with the leash, however, so she couldn't really move away. Once every trace of filth was washed away, he turned the cold water off and roughly pulled her out of the tub. She crawled, still dripping, beside him back to the bedroom. He dragged her back to her feet by her hair. 

"On your hands and knees," he commanded her, gesturing toward the bed.

Miranda obeyed, almost mechanically, both her body and mind weary by this point. She knelt on the bed, her back arched, her ass and pussy lewdly exposed. He could see the insides of her thighs glistening with her wetness. He waved a baseball bat in front of her eyes.

"Guess where that's going?" he grinned evilly.

He didn't give her a chance to react before he buried it deep in her soaking wet pussy. She squealed when it touched her cervix. He fucked her hard, viciously thrusting the bat in and out. She was certain he was bruising her cervix, but she was beyond caring. 

"Cum, bitch!" he commanded. 

She arched her back and came hard. A fine, warm spray of liquid coated his hand and arm. He still didn't stop his relentless savaging of her cunt with the bat. She screeched at the top of her lungs, and he growled at her to cum again. She did, squirting liquid all over the both of them. She came and came, over and over, soaking the sheets, the bed, and the both of them. When she finally stopped, he removed the huge object. He ran it lightly over her ass.

"Should I try it there?" he asked.

She stiffened.

"No, I think I'll pass on that for the time being," he said, seemingly to himself.

He shoved his fingers in her pussy, then withdrew them. He forced two of them roughly in her ass. She shrieked in surprise. He thrust his fingers in deeper, then pulled them almost the whole way out, and shoved them back in. She moaned in spite of herself as he ravaged her ass. He slipped in a third finger. 

"Cum," he growled.

She came again, her whole body shuddering. Abruptly, he removed his fingers and moved behind her. Miranda moaned loudly as he buried his hard cock deep within her wet cunt. He fucked her hard, brutally, showing no mercy on her bruised cervix. He gave her permission to cum again, luckily, and she couldn't stop. Hot liquid dripped off his balls and down his thighs. He withdrew from her pussy and readied his cock at the entrance of her ass. She arched her body into him as he pushed into her. She thought her ass would split open from his ruthless savaging of her. He groaned at her tightness, knew he wasn't far from spilling his seed deep inside her bowels. Pain and pleasure mixed together hazily in her feverish mind. She came hard, explosively, just as he shot his cum inside her. 

She slumped forward, no strength left in her body. He lay on top of her until he caught his breath and drew away. He stood, and finding the leash still attached to her collar, tugged at it. She dropped to her knees at his feet beside the bed. He led her into the living room and stopped her at the edge of the couch. Producing two lengths of rope, he bound her hands behind her back, tied her feet together, and wrapped the rope securing her hands around the one securing her feet before finishing the knot, successfully tying her on her knees. He disappeared into the kitchen and brought back some food and a drink. 

"You've been a very good girl," he whispered to her as he sat on the couch. 

Her whole body flooded with pleasure. She practically purred when he reached out to stroke her long hair. He took a long swallow of drink, then offered her some. She drank, grateful for the cold liquid. He began to eat and occasionally fed her small bites. Miranda was positively glowing. When they finished, he tugged at her leash, pulling her close to him. He surveyed her bruised, bloody, exhausted body, and suddenly, without warning, drew her face to his and kissed her hard. She kissed back, ferociously, happily. When they drew away, he untied her hands and feet so that she could sit more comfortably and tied her leash to the leg of the coffee table. Miranda sighed in contentment and rested her head on his knee, closing her eyes. He smiled down at her.

"Such a good girl."



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(Authoress Note: All disclaimers regarding characters, age appropriateness etc are in effect. I hope some of you enjoy this and I am working on another piece with a current working title, "A Yankee in the Bronx." But it will be awhile before I publish. Thanks!)

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"I'm a cunt Sir," the words come out of my mouth and echo harshly against the cement block walls.

"Whose cunt are you bitch?" my black captor says with a grimace. His face only inches away from mine as his spittle sprays against my face and mixes with my tears.

"I am your cunt," stammering as I try to please him. I've already spent two days confined with this trainer and I am beginning to respond as his animal.

My hands are extended over my head with my wrists cuffed and a rope looped through a steel circle which connects the cuffs. The rope runs upward, toward the ceiling, loops over a pole and disappears behind my head. I know it is tied somewhere since the tautness strains my arms and pulls at my feet making me stand tippy toe. My right ankle still has an ace bandage wrapped around it from the sprain I suffered two days earlier.

"And, what does a cunt do?" he asks as his hot breath enflames my face. In his breath is the smell of a male predator

"Anything her Owner wants," I answer hoping I've gotten it right.

I am wearing a pink non-wired bra with matching embroidered panties. I have a black garter belt that holds my pink thigh high stockings up with six hanging straps. In my years of looking at Victoria Secrets I have never seen even the smuttiest girl ever dressed in this mixture of color. My ass is so sore from the spanking I received just moments ago it exudes a heat that brandishes my brain cells with a constant reminder of his hand spanking me. Fifty hard smacks, twenty-five on each cheek, the paddle sounded its deep tone as it crashed on my butt. With each whack the sound I felt the blows of my menacing percussionist. I had started crying before his paddle landed the thirteenth blow. And, I hadn't stopped crying yet.

He was recording my sounds and videoing my agony. I felt as if I was starring in a bad Roman Polanski film.

Over my burning bum is the short dark red skirt part of the dress which runs up over my bra and ties around my neck. A gold neck collar and two gold looped earrings almost complete this outfit.

I have make-up on but not as you would expect. And yesterday I my hair was curled according to his desires. As a man my hair was moderately long. As a woman my hair now looks like some cute short curly doo you'd see worn by an effervescent Tuesday Weld .

The spanking I received was for not, as he said, "properly sucking (his) cum with your pussy from my cock into your cunt as bitch is suppose to."

What could I have done wrong? I don't know but his cum is now leaking into the padded area of my panties. It is running out of my ass and down my crack puddling in the patch of cotton lining that my balls are resting on.

His cum against my most private parts, as I stand, no not stand since although I am in black five inch high heeled shoes I am held just high enough so my heels can't rest on the floor. Instead they graze the floor as a false hope relief is near.

"Anything, right, anything," he continues as more of his mouth spits wetness on mine from our nearness.

His testosterone overpowers the perfume I'm wearing.

Just two days ago I was a normal man. I had just turned 30 and was enjoying my run on the country road by the house I had rented in Southampton. What a twist of fate. As I turned a corner, the road went downhill towards the turn and then started uphill immediately after the turn. My right foot landed in that pool of water and my sneaker filled with water. I hadn't seen the puddle which was left over from a light rain last night. It was easy to miss. My sneaker slipped on something in the puddle and my right foot slid too quickly and losing my balance I slipped and fell ass down on my coccyx. I was stunned and in excruciating pain when this white van pulled up.

"Please let me go," I begged.

Smack, his hand lands right against my face. Open handed and stinging his five fingers nearly slapped me silly with a single blow.

"Yes owner, anything you want," I cried as my voice for freedom fell silent and my voice of submission uttered obedience.

A man, nearly half a foot taller then I am, got out of the van and asked, "Hey fella, are you ok?" 

"I think I may have sprained my foot and I fell pretty hard," I replied with a grimace.

"Where do you live," he asked? 

He knelt down beside me and put his large hand over my ankle and slightly moved it.

"Ow," I said as the pain surged.

"I think it could be broken," he said. " I could get you into the back of my van and drive you to the hospital or home whichever if you would like me too."

I couldn't move so I said I only lived about three miles down the road. I ran five miles everyday while I was out here. The fresh September air filling my lungs with rich oxygen the run had become a must for me.

"Well, I think perhaps the hospital would be a good choice since it's almost just as close. In case you need a cast or something," he helpfully said.

I tried to get up but couldn't so I said the hospital sounded fine. He opened the door to the back of his van and then picked me up in his arms and lay me on a mattress in the back of his van.

It wasn't that difficult for him to lift me since I weigh about 140 and I am around 5' 7". He must have been around 6' 2" and over two hundred pounds.

"So bitch, if I wanted to throat fuck you, you'd be obliging," he harshly asked?

"What is a throat fuck Owner?" I asked more as a hopeful delay then ignorance.

In front of me was a mirror in which I could see this somewhat feminine version of me. He had applied the cosmetics. My eyelashes had been femininely defined and a light pastel green with sparkles adorned my eyelids giving an outline to enhance my natural green eyes. I had shaved myself this morning. My legs were smooth as silk. My armpits were as bare as any woman's and my forearms lightly cropped giving even a more feminine look.

But instead of putting lipstick only on my lips he had smeared it intentionally past my lips. In the mirror I looked like a 'fuck slut' you would see in porno movies.

"SLAP' across my other cheek and then he said, "You damn well know what a throat fuck is and you'd better do it right the first time. You're going to give me a blow job and when I get hard I'm going to push my cock past your tonsils and into your throat. Then I'm going to pump your throat like the vagina it is. When I cum it'll be with my cock buried deep in your throat and my balls resting on your chin," he said finishing the description.

In the back of my head drums were beating his words and forcing me to mentally realize the implication of what he had just said and the reality that would probably follow.

As I lay down on the mattress and tried to get comfortable he reached and got a bottle of water for me.

"The water will help dry your parched throat," he said.

I welcomed the water. It was cool and I realized that my throat had gotten parched. A few minutes later the van was moving and as I lay on the mattress I felt myself begin to drift. Moments later I must have passed out and I didn't awaken until I was in this room. My right ankle was wrapped in an ace bandage and my left ankle was shackled and a long chain connected extended to a steel loop embedded in the wall. I sat up and found I was naked and had been lying in a single bed situated in the corner of the room. From my vantage point I could see a sink at the foot of the bed and an old claw foot bathtub. About six feet from the head of the bed (the bed was against the corner of the room) was a toilet.

Looking at myself I nearly panicked. Someone had shaved my legs. Oh?no?most of my genital hair was missing except for a patch just in the center. Wondering, I lifted my arm, turned my head, and saw my armpits were now naked as well. And, that smell, I knew that smell. I had a girlfriend who wore it. Yes, I smelled like Allure by Chanel. My heart raced and panic creased my forehead with its fear. Panic turned to bewilderment and then after awhile turned to curiosity. 

So, I decided I really had to look around. I had to get my bearings. The room was a fairly large square with different pieces of bondage equipment etc. It didn't look like a torture chamber but it didn't look like a Holiday Inn either. Over in the corner past the tub was a Chinese multi paneled screen angled to cut off that corner of the room from my view.

The man I called Owner rolled over what was a modern version of a 'stock'. He had become my owner last night when I signed a contract with him with blood.

As he snapped a leash to my neck collar he said, "Now my little slut, I'm going to lower you down. Make sure your pussy throat fits right where you know it should. If at anytime you hesitated or vacillate you'll get fifty new smacks on your ass. Do you understand girl?

"Yes Owner," I replied.

He walked behind me and I felt the rope begin to slacken and my body lower. Although this contraption was a bit different in its modernity, with a minimalist amount of metal and black fur lining the head piece, it was still a 'stock' after all. My arms opened and my cuffed hands slipped over what would hold my head and came to rest on an L shape connected to the steel vertical bar.

Owner walked around to where I was and untied the rope to my cuffs and with a small piece of metal that wrapped around the pole and sealed off the open end of the L he made my hands locked about waist high. After that he removed my collar.

"Now my little throat fucker I'm going to lower you down and I want you to lay your head in the fur lined collar," he said as he walked behind me again. "Oh and just try to object," he exclaimed! "The fight is as much fun for me as the submission girl."

It was the way he said 'girl' that made me most off guard. The cursing with saying 'cunt' or 'bitch' didn't nearly sink in as hard as when he said 'girl.' 

Sitting on the bed naked and chained I realized I had to pee. I got up and wondered if the chain was long enough so I could get to the toilet. Well, it was long enough but when I got there I looked down in the bowl. Written in lipstick were these words. 'IF YOU PEE STANDING UP I'LL BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU.'

I just stood there for a long time looking at those words and then decided I didn't have to pee after all and went back to the bed and lay down, hoping this would all go away if I fell asleep. I closed my eyes and thought. How can this go away if I go to sleep? If that is the case then this is real.

Just as Owner started to lower me, he stopped and said, "I've got a much better idea for your 'throat fuck' cunt."

I heard him walk across the room and then heard him drag something across the floor. When he got to where I was he disconnected me from the 'stock'. Wondering what he was going to do ended quickly when I saw this padded board attached to the modern 'stock'. Instead he rolled me over and then lowered me.

So there I was with my head hanging out of the stock and my eyes facing the ceiling. My cuffs were still connected to the rope and my back was against this padded plank with a little foot board (like you see in business class when you travel overseas.)

"Now that is just perfect for a 'throat fuck' don't you think girl? Yes, I am pretty sure your pretty throat will now properly accommodate my long, thick dick." 

And with that he closed the other part of the 'stock' collar locking it into place. So I was inclined with my head dangling, unless I held it up.

"Hmmm," he said standing over me. 

He started turning a crank which lowered my neck encasement down by some gear mechanism. This brought my head down. As my head passed his stomach he stopped. Looking up I could only see from his belt buckle to his face. Owner's face was a deep ebony. I thought back to his face as he carried me to the van just two days ago. Then his face had been a strong helpful face rescuing me. And now his face was of a dominant predator whose pleasure seemed to be similar to a cowboy breaking in a wild horse.

"What the fuck are you thinking about? A cute cunt like you should be thinking about "how do I swallow his cock into my throat?'"

I didn't know how to do it and I was afraid I would choke and die since I knew his cock was a solid eight inches.

"Owner, I don't know how," I managed to squeak out of my mouth. And then I asked him if he would tell me.

Can you believe I am asking him how I am to 'throat fuck' him when just three days ago I had had my cock in some twat from New Jersey?

"Well Latrina you just need a lot of spit and to try to swallow my cock as it starts pushing over your throw up zone," Owner said. "If you just swallow when you think you are going to throw up you'll be fine. But I don't really give a shit if you are fine because my cock is going to be down your throat no matter what.

Oh my God, he called me Latrina. He's given me a name and it sounds both like an African American girl's name and something perverse. I closed my eyes. If I sleep would it go away? I heard his buckle jingle. No this reality was not going to go away not matter how tight I closed my eyes.

Yes, I thought as I sat back up on the bed. Yes this is real. Yes I am naked and hairless. I lifted my arm again and touched my naked armpit. Then I brought my hands to my chest. Finally I lifted them up to my head. What is wrong I thought as I ran my fingers through my locks?

"Shit," I shouted and heard the sound reverberate through the room.

I got up and walked over to the sink with the chain clanging along the floor. My right ankle wasn't broken and the sprain seemed minor. There, over the sink, was a mirror slightly angled down which gave a clear view of all of what was now me.

"Shit, Shit, Shit," I cried out as I looked at myself.

My hair was curled and fashioned like a girl's. The tilt in the mirror showed me what I already knew; I was hairless except for my head and the little heart shaped patch over my penis. I looked more girl than boy but not completely. There was a creaking sound and the metal door in the middle of the room opened.

"Ah, what else would a cunt be doing but looking in the mirror," he said as he walked towards me.

The first glimpse I had of him was through the edge of the mirror. I guess I was too afraid at first to turn around.

"What a pretty white ass you have girl," he said.

He had walked nearly across the room to where I was before I turned.

Putting my hands over my genitals I demanded, "You let me go. Who do you think you are? You'll go to jail for the rest of your life."

SLAP, my face reddened as his hand finished its swing. How quickly he had been where I was standing; and, how immediate his response was to my demand. My eyes watered, I didn't cry, but they watered as a response to his slap.

"Yes, a real little girl," he continued. First thing you do is to put your hands over your clit. I'm surprised you didn't try to cover your breasts first and now you are going to cry. Well, you are my bitch and I'll do whatever I want. Got it," he said and he reached out and tweaked my nipple.

I was horrified.

Next, there was a delay which must have been as he unbuttoned the top of his jeans, and then, the sound of his zipper. Here I was about to be 'throat fucked' and this was to be the first time I'd ever sucked a cock. Yesterday and this morning had only been to get me ready for now. This was not going to be a boy/girl thing. No, this was a dominant black male about to force his cock into my throat as his first sexual act with me. He was transforming me into his 'bitch'. 

Looking up I saw his grin. Then a noise and at the same time there was movement lifting up the end where my feet were. I was being made more horizontal by another mechanical lift.

At the same time Owner's pants fell to the floor and his black cock hung down. It was so long and thick without an erection. I felt a panic and my throat dry. A moment or so later the adjustments stopped and my head was hanging back. I lifted my head slightly but encountered his sac in my face. His smell filled my nostrils and his cockhead touched my lips.

"Girl open that wet pussy and let your Owner's cock warm and harden," he uttered in a strong silky voice.

He didn't let go of my nipple. After he tweaked it, he pulled me forward and turned me to my side. I know it's not easy to grasp (no pun intended) but somehow as he pulled on my nipple and I was forced to bend over. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK; everything was happening so fast. I couldn't scream. I could barely get the air out of my lungs.

"Please, please, stop," I muttered.

SMACK, SMACK and then he let go of my nipple and smacked my ass one more time knocking me onto the carpeted area around my bed. The metal chain rattled and my desire of fighting back ebbed as I lay there naked with both my cheek and ass now aflame from his hand.

"Let me give you one explanation bitch and only one without punishment," he said. "I am your owner. Before today is out you will sign a contract to that effect. You will be my femme. Not because you want to but because I demand it. As to why I want to dominate you and turn you femme is of no concern of yours. What is your concern is to act as feminine as possible. You should learn, as fast as you can, to be an obedient femme. I will spank you when I want. I will fuck you when and how I want. You will wear what I desire to see you in. And, you will be here until I am through with you. Your life is now as my personal cunt bitch."

I opened my mouth. Not because I wanted to but because he demanded it. He let the head of his cock slide past my lips like a large snake entering in my mouth.

"Ah, there is nothing like the warm mouth of a pussy," he said as his cockhead rubbed against my tongue.

His balls rested on my nose. My eyes could only see the crack in his brown ass. Actually his skin was a beautiful deep rich chocolate brown. At least something wasn't completely revolting.

Owner's hands came over my throat and continued down until his fingers sneaked slowly under my bra and the tips of his fingers encircled my nipples. His cock began to engorge with blood and thus stiffened. He pulled his cock up about an inch and then back down into my wet mouth. I was so nervous now. Not afraid but nervous. There wasn't anything I could do about the inevitable but to try to make this 'throat fuck' as painless as possible. 

As his cock began to harden my mind tried to think about one of my girlfriends who while giving me a blow job let my five inches move back in her throat. I remember she gagged and then pushed against my legs getting her mouth off my cock before throwing up. 

I was very nervous.

Chained to the wall and lying on the rug naked, my ass red, I was now crying uncontrollably. Why did I cry? Why couldn't I just fight back? My emotions must be as primeval as the beginning of mankind. He was my master and since he viewed me, his captive, as a woman; I became feminine in my tears and my sounds. Now women can be strong and ferocious as well but this was not the response he desired. This I was sure of as I turned and looked up at him. The glimmer of power, dominance, and control was so evident in his face and eyes I sank further into the carpet.

"Nothing like a bitch cowering at the feet of her owner," he said looking down at me. "Now it's time for you to show some respect. So girl get on your knees and put your face into my crotch."

I hesitated as I lay crying and shaking and he walked away. I thought, perhaps he's finished and he'll just go away. But of course that was a really stupid thought because he came back moments later with a switch in his hand.




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"Now, cunt," he demanded and began switching my backside.

It didn't take more than a moment for me to come up and put my curls and face into his crotch. But, by the time that moment was over I was stinging and crying even louder.

Muffled in his crotch I asked, "I need to pee. May I?"

"Sure," he answered as he stepped back to let me go pee.

I got up and started to walk over to the toilet but he said he had to go first and then he unzipped his fly and peed into the toilet. I watched him without even knowing why.

"So, you like watching a man piss, girl," he asked?

"I?.I?I?" stammering but not answering.

He shook the last of his pee from his cock and said, "The answer to my questions are always YES. Now, do you like watching a man piss, girl?"

With a small shudder a gasp of air ushered the word YES from my throat.

Owners cock was growing larger and starting to fill my mouth. I tried to think like a girl and that sucking a cock was a natural act. It made my mind accept his cock in my mouth; although my body did not completely accept his cock without sending its disgusting sense of sensory revulsion back to my brain. However my brain shut out this sensory perversion and my mouth obeyed.

"Girl, ah?..I hope you are getting a good amount of spit ready so my prick can slide right down your throat," owner spoke. "I'm going to push it down your throat just before I'm going to shoot my cum into your tummy. You'll love the warm feeling of spunk entering your femme womb."

And then he moaned, "Yeah, that's it girl."

His penis engorged further and pushed my mouth and lips wider. I closed my eyes and tried to build my saliva in my mouth. His hips rocked back and forth moving his Kong. That's what I thought with my eyes closed; the movie King Kong. Stupid but the mind does strange things in unusual situations. And, this was the most unusual situation I had ever been in.

Larger his member grew. Longer his cock became. Less a man and more a woman I transformed.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth. I thought, "That's it?" and I opened my eyes and saw his eight inches say NO.

"Open your mouth girl," he commanded and I obeyed. He leaned down near my mouth and then opened his mouth and drop a large amount of his saliva into my mouth. "Now that should help. Keep it back in your mouth; get ready to swallow because now it's time for your 'throat fuck.'

Moving away from the toilet Owner motioned me to go pee. I walked over and again looked down and saw his missive written in the bowl. 

. 'IF YOU PEE STANDING UP I'LL BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU.'

Below the deep yellow of his pee was so dark and he had peed so much that the water in the bowl had been completely replaced with his urine.

There was no toilet seat so shamefully I turned around and started to sit down stopping before I touched the rim.

"Sit the fuck down bitch. Did you think I meant something else?" he again demanded.

I sat down, my ass lowering, and finally the rim catching me but not before I felt the wetness of his pee and water in the bowl. I wanted to cry but I was all cried out.

"Well girl you'd better take your piss now," he said.

Dejectedly I concentrated and finally started peeing. My pee hit the piss water below and made it splash up on my penis. My balls were completely soaked.

"Good Girl," he said. "When you are finished it will be time for you spend the rest of the day getting ready for tonight but first wipe yourself and come over here.

Obediently, I got up and started to wipe myself.

"Don't you know anything about being a pussy girl," Owner asked?

I barely got have a word for an answer out when he motioned me to be silent and then told me girls wipe after peeing forward and backwards after number two. Well he didn't say it that way but you get the drift.

With the sound of the toilet flushing I walked over to him. He grabbed me around and put his lips on mine and kissed me. Yes, he kissed me right on the lips. His lips were large but they also were soft. Then he pushed his tongue against my lips. He slapped my ass and although I was trying to resist, I knew I shouldn't. I was both repulsed and curious. His clothed body rubbed against my nakedness as his tongue slithered into my mouth. My tongue was forced to feel his wet tongue exploring inside me. At that moment he did feel like my owner.

But after what could only be a few seconds he said, "Your first kiss and I felt you melting in my arms. Well, get use to it. I like kissing almost as much as I like dominating."

With that he walked away to the door. 

Opening the door he stopped and turned saying, "Two things to remember. As I leave I'll toss you the key to unshackle yourself. When I return you will shackle yourself and toss the key towards the door. Yes there are cameras so the door won't open until you do that. The shackle also has a little electronic device that lets me know when it's on and properly secured. So don't try to do anything stupid or your ass will regret it."

The key slid across the floor towards me and stopped at the edge of the rug which was just past the toilet.

"Be a good girl," Owner said and left. The metal door clanged shut.

I had my mouth opened and in fear closed my eyes. A moment of time lapsed and I opened my eyes. Owner was still right near my face and a another good load of his spit came out of his mouth into mine.

"You'll thank me girl," he said and then let my head go back.

My mouth felt full with his spit covering the roof of my mouth and puddling in back at the entrance of my throat. Then he put his hardened cock past my lips. I tried to think about what to do. Oh yes, swallow as his cock penetrates my throat. I wanted to cry but I had to pay attention.

"Yes girl," he said in a voice that was a bit considerate as opposed to his consistent demands at other times.

The three dimensional effect of his cock moving through my mouth took on another dimension when the head touched my tonsils. I was going to be 'throat fucked' no matter what I did. So, I held back my desire to throw up and began to swallow as his cock slide back past my tonsils and into my throat. Tears, but not from crying, welled up in my eyes from the biological desire to throw up and the conscious effort of ignoring such. The effect was similar to involuntary swallowing water.

He took his hand and put it on my throat. I could feel his cock moving deeper and his hand above. I wondered what he felt.

After Owner left I began an exploration of my entrapment. For some reason I decided save looking behind the screen until last. So, I walked around naked checking out the different equipment. Everything looked custom made and much more high tech then the stuff I had seen on the Internet.

There was a leather sling and it even had a pillow. It made me quiver inside and wonder if he was going to use this on me. Walking around the room looking at the different equipment made me feel quite diminutive and femininely afraid. The feeling within me as I looked at these devices was most submissive.

At the far end there was a long work table with drawers below. On top of the table I picked up something that had a spreader bar with cuffs. The only way to wear this was bent over. Opening some of the drawers there were many different items most of which you know but in one drawer was a box. The words were CB3000 Male Chastity belt. In another draw there were various paddles and one that said 'Electric Spanker.'

I went around the room and saw equipment I couldn't even understand. There were many different size steel eye bolts in the walls, ceiling and some in the floor.

Another thing I found weird was something you would put your head through with your hands cuffed below. Obviously you would be on all fours because a bar ran back with ankle cuffs at the end of the bar. There was something very similar but adjustable in height nearby. I would learn about this tomorrow.

The fear I felt was as if you were watching a horror movie and the moment where you jump in your seat never calmed down. Instead you felt as if you were perpetually in fear and horror.

Owner's cock was now in my throat and his hand massage my throat in rhythm with his cock. Then he put both hands around my neck and started pumping. It was if my throat had made his cock the thickness of a neck and he was hand jerking himself off.

"Real soon now cunt," he spoke with an entranced voice. 

His cock moved back and forth. The motion increased in speed and his hands gripped my neck tightly. It didn't matter much since I was breathing through my nose and each breath brought the scent of his balls into my lungs. He was everywhere inside my life support system. His essence had enveloped me.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," he cried out and I felt the first wetness, his precum spray in my throat. I felt the way you do when you use nose spray and it goes into your throat. But this wasn't the nose spray, it was a spray of male precum.

"Fuck you girl. Fuck you girl. Yes, I'm fucking your throat and am going to cum in your pussy. Yes?Ahhhhh?..fuck?.fuck?.fu??," he screamed as his semen shot out of his cock and he pushed himself completely into my throat as far as his hardened penis could go.

For a moment I didn't think I could breathe. I know you think his cum would have felt copious but instead it just seemed to slide down my throat and when he was done he pulled his blackness out me leaving his essence in taste, smell and mental. There was no more me. There was just Latrina, Owner's little femme slave.

Finally I decided to see what was behind Chinese Curtain Number One. 

Walking around the screen I saw all the trappings of womanhood. Clothing, vanity table with makeup, perfume, hair dryer, brushes. There were very high heeled shoes. In a dresser there was lingerie. In another drawer there were tampons and a pregnancy test. I couldn't comprehend why he had put that in this drawer. Especially since one thing I was sure of I couldn't ever be pregnant.

On the vanity was one sheet of paper. Typed in single space was a variety of rules, expectations, directives and other concepts of a madman. The first part of this directive was instructions for me to get dressed and apply makeup etc. I was also instructed to wear a tampon in my ass IMMEDIATELY. And there was one line that said it all.

DO THIS AND YOU MIGHT LIVE.

The level of fear heightened with those six words. I picked up the box of tampons and read the instructions. It showed putting a leg up on a chair and inserting the tampon. Well, I was to insert it in a different place but the instructions were just as suitable so I pulled the chair from the vanity table and inserted the tube in my anus. When I was finished I was standing naked, smooth skinned, a girly hairdo and I had a string hanging out. I was both humiliated and feminized.

Next I was to perfume myself and get dressed. He hadn't even instructed me to take a bath. I wanted to but without any instructions I thought it best not to.

Later that day he returned and his eyes ravished my body. He saw through my feminine attire and saw his femme. I could tell he only saw his vision and not my nightmare.

At some point later, I signed the contract making him my Owner.

After he was through with 'throat fucking' me he let me dangle there with all of his manly tastes and aromas coagulating in my body. About ten minutes later he walked away and I heard drawers open. Returning he stood in front of me with a black circular ring and told me to open my mouth.

At this point I had completely acquiesced and he inserted the ring which covered my teeth holding my mouth open. A curved part of the ring projected forward for my lips to rest on. Then he propped my head up with another piece that connected to the 'stock' and formed a cushioned rest holding my head comfortably horizontal.

"Well girl that was a good beginning to a long relationship," he said. "There is so much more fun I intend and this will help you begin to realize your fate."

With that he moved his cock over my mouth. He was limp again but still he had ideas. I felt his piss fill my mouth. A bit dribbled over my nose before he held is cock from continuing to pee. Then he held my nose until I swallowed. I felt a retching urge inside me but couldn't, because of the position I was in, throw up. 

Several times I swallowed his urine which mixed with his cum in what he called my 'femme womb.' Finally he filled my mouth one last time and didn't hold my nose.

Instead he said, "Now my little cunt I want you to hold that in your mouth until I return. There will be no flushing of this toilet unless I do it. If you let it out of your mouth you will not believe what I'll do to you. Do you understand me?"

My eyes motioned in fear I did.

He left the room and I remained with my mouth flooded with his urine while I awaited my Owner's return.



Kidnapped



Corri Bonds left the classroom later than usual for a Friday. She had stayed to correct the spelling tests from her fourth grade class. She wanted to get them out of the way so that she would have time to spend with her boyfriend, Koban, over the weekend. They were planning to go down to visit her mother in Kentucky. It was not a trip the young school teacher was looking forward to. Her anxieties were growing as she thought about it. She doubted that her choice of a companion would be met with approval. Her perfectionist mother would surely pick Koban apart. She was stressing out just thinking about the rain of criticism which she anticipated pouring down on her in the inevitable phone call after the meeting. 

As she was leaving the building, she noticed a man standing by the curb looking at her. She looked away and walked away. As she did he came over to her. 

"Hey there little girl, you got a light?" 

She looked at the man with disdain. "No sir, I don't, I don't smoke." She walked away again. 

"Oh, c'mon now Corri Ann, there's no need to be that way, after all I'm just looking for a light for my cigarette." 

Corri turned and looked at him again. "How do you know my name?" 

"Oh, I know quite a lot about you actually. I know you're cute and innocent and you got a great pair of legs and those are all things I really like." 

She looked at him more closely. He was dressed in a ragged black raincoat with the collar raised up around his neck. He was in his early forties but his unshaven face and disheveled appearance made him look older. He had an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth. 

"Sir, I am not interested. Leave me alone!" She again walked away, this time with the determination not to respond to him again. 

"Sure thing, baby. Whatever it is you want, I'll give it to you." 

Corri quickened her pace as she crossed the street. She wanted to get out of the sight of this repulsive looking man as soon as possible. Turning a corner a couple of blocks away, she began to relax. She had a long walk ahead of her but it was a nice day so she didn't mind so much. Her Porsche was in the shop until Tuesday. Her thoughts drifted off to the weekend plans as she made her way through the parks area. She decided to take a shortcut through the woods, a primitive path that cut a few minutes time off the walk. It was just starting to get dark. 

Halfway down the path Corri stopped to get a stone out of her shoe. As she was shaking it out, she glanced behind her. About a hundred yards back she could see the man in the black raincoat walking toward her. Corri's heart started pounding. The man was frightening enough on a public street but on a deserted path in the woods, he was terrifying. Corri hurriedly put her shoe back on and started walking at a very fast pace. Looking back it was clear that not only was she not getting away but he was actually catching up. Corri started to run. She wanted to scream but with no one else around it would be useless. At the bottom of a steep hill she took a detour across a short wooden bridge over the creek which flows past the abandoned mill. It was unusual for Corri to go through the millyard but she wanted to be out of the woods as fast as possible. 

Upon reaching the pavement, the frantic teacher looked back again. The man was gaining ground. He too was running. Corri sprinted as fast as she could. She wanted to get around the edge of the old brick building so that she would be out of his sight. Rounding the corner, she was moving between two vacant buildings, the mill and the boarded up power plant. Looking back she could see that the man had yet to come around the corner. Corri ducked into an alley that separated the two sections of the power plant. She crouched down under a set of metal stairs and hid under the lowest step. She listened intently. A few seconds later she heard the footsteps of her pursuer go by. 

Her ploy had worked. He would now be in a situation where he would have to choose between several different paths to take. Corri hoped he would end up thinking he had taken the wrong choice and give up. But she was taking no chances. She decided to stay put for awhile, at least an hour. Only then would she venture back out. She looked at her watch. It was 6:30. She vowed not to move until 7:30. She was very frightened but relieved because she had outwitted her stalker. 

After about ten minutes she heard footsteps in the alley. 

"Corri Ann, you in here? Hey girl, you there? Come out, come out wherever you are! Yoo hoo, you there little princess?" 

Corri's heart pounded harder and faster than it had ever pounded before in her life. The man was only a few feet away. Corri was as still as a stone. 

"Could you be here? Is it possible?" There was a long pause. "Oh well, I guess not." 

The footsteps faded out as the man left the alley. Corri calmed herself down. She waited. She wanted to be sure he was long gone before coming out of her hiding spot. She checked her watch frequently. At 7:40 she squeezed out from under the stairs. It was pitch black in the alley. Corri moved slowly back toward the mill. She was scared but determined. Reaching the corner she peeked out slightly and looked both ways. There was no sign of him. She moved along the edge of the power plant wall. At the next corner she crossed over and walked next to the mill. At the end of the building she would enter the front millyard where it would then be only another fifty yards or so to the safety of the well lit street. As she neared the end Corri felt safe again. 

The moment she cleared the corner of the building he was upon her. He ran into her with a force that lifted her off the ground and knocked the wind out of her. He carried her a few yards and slammed her into the side of his white cargo van. He pinned her and covered her mouth. Corri was absolutely helpless as his great strength overwhelmed her. The man was breathing heavily. He was in a very agitated state. 

"All right, little girl, I got you. You thought you could get away, but now I have you. You're gonna do it my way now, do you understand?" Unable to speak, Corri could only look at the man with wide open terrified eyes. He pulled the girl forward and then smashed her back into the van. 

"Do you understand?" His voice was strained and angry. Corri let out a muffled response and was able to nod her head very slightly to show her assent. As she did he dragged her to the back of the van. Quickly opening the doors, he threw her in. Corri bounced and slid a few feet. He jumped in and grabbed her by the hair. In an instant he applied duct tape to her mouth. Pinning her to the floor, he pulled both her arms behind her back. In a flash her hands were tied. Just as quickly her legs were skillfully bound. In less than two minutes she was completely subdued. 

"Lay still, bitch, we're going for a ride." 

With that the cargo doors were slammed shut. Her abductor got in behind the wheel and started off. Corri lay on the cargo floor, paralyzed with fear. She was not able to move at all. The ropes were very tight. She was desperately trying to breathe in enough air through her nose but it was difficult as her quivering body gasped for more oxygen. She was a prisoner. And as bad as her situation was, she was afraid that it was only going to get worse. Much worse. 

The ride took twenty minutes but for the hapless girl it seemed much longer. The driver was obviously in a hurry. He seemed to be speeding. Corri thought that perhaps the cops might notice but the siren never came. Going around corners Corri slid on the floor of the van. As there was no way to brace herself she hit the walls each time. She tried to struggle against the ropes but the knots had been skillfully and securely tied. Escape was not a possibility. Finally the van came to a stop. Corri heard the sound of a garage door opening. As the vehicle pulled in a new and stronger fear came over her. This apprehension grew as the door shut. Her kidnapper got out and went into the house. Corri was left alone in the darkness for several minutes. The waiting brought her to a panicked state. She wondered if she could endure much more. 

Corri Ann jerked backwards as the cargo doors were flung open. She tried to place herself out of reach but the attempt was in vain. Her kidnapper easily reached for her feet and dragged her down. At the edge he grabbed her by the hair with one hand and by the rope tied around her legs with the other. He picked her up like a piece of baggage and carried her across the garage and up a flight of stairs into the house. In the living room the man leaned Corri against the wall. He held an object up near her face. She was startled and frightened as the shaft of the switchblade knife popped up in front of her eyes. 

"You do what I say and the only thing I'll be cutting is rope. Do you understand?" 

Corri shook her head up and down. She urgently tried to answer with a "yes" but it was muffled by the duct tape which still held her mouth shut. 

"Good, then there's no reason we shouldn't be able to get along quite well then." 

The man lowered the knife and quickly severed the rope which held Corrie's legs together. Moving higher he sliced the knots which bound her hands. It felt good to be unrestrained but this relief was temporary. The man spun Corrie around. Throwing the knife aside he grabbed the front of the teacher's blue dress and ripped it open from the neck down. The metal buttons flew off bouncing on the hardwood floor. The dress was quickly and forcefully pulled down off her shoulders and dropped to the floor where it was kicked aside. Reaching behind her he grabbed her black bra on both sides of the clasps and tore it open. Corri desperately tried to push the man away but this seemed only to increase his wanton desire. He grabbed her by the throat pushing her against the wall until she stopped the struggle. Reaching down he viciously tore off her flame red panties as if the bright color angered him in some way, setting off some malicious primal impulse in his brain. Finally, he grabbed the corner of the duct tape and yanked it off in one quick motion. The skin around Corri's mouth was stinging hot but she was glad to be able to breath through her mouth again. But even this respite was short lived. Forcing his mouth onto hers he pressed her head and body back into the wall using all his strength and weight to squeeze his victim. Corri felt as though she was suffocating as his tongue penetrated deep into her mouth. Her lips were bruised from the great pressure as he rolled his mouth back and forth against hers. Both of them were breathing heavily and loudly from the struggle. His hands were all over her body finally coming to rest on her breasts which he gripped strongly in his large hands. He pinched her nipples, crushing them between his vicelike fingers. Corri squealed in pain but the relentless assault continued. The man began to move his hips and grind his crotch into her. 

Unable to draw a full breath, Corri felt herself getting dizzy. As she was coming close to feinting, her body went limp. The man backed off as Corri collapsed to her knees. He grabbed her by the hair to keep her from falling over. Holding her up, he pulled her thick red hair ever harder. The pain brought her back to full consciousness. Her tormentor then dragged her by her hair across the wood floor into the dining room. He picked her up and laid her across the dining room table. Pulling out two pieces of white rope, he again demonstrated his proficiency by quickly tying both of Corri's hands to a heavy chair at the head of the table. Using a black silk scarf as a blindfold, he wrapped it around her head insuring that all she could see was darkness. The helpless woman laid on the table, awaiting his next move. 

It didn't come. There was a dead silence in the room. It was as if the man had vanished. She felt he was close by but she could not hear him. Minutes passed by at an incredibly slow pace. The tension was unbearable. Corri began to squirm. She pulled hard on the ropes but to no avail. As the waiting continued she began to cry. Finally, reaching a breaking point, she screamed out; "NO, NO, STOP THIS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? PLEASE STOP THIS!" She let out a scream when she felt the touch of his fingertips on her body. "YOU BASTARD, LET ME GO!" 

"Shhhhh.....quiet". 

His lips touched hers. Unlike before he was now being as gentle as possible. He kissed her with a featherlike softness which contrasted sharply with the forced circumstances she was in. His passionate touch was like that of an adoring paramour who is in awe of the beauty of his lover's body, worshipping it most tenderly. In a slow deliberate manner he kissed her face and upper body. He drew circles around her nipples with his tongue, withholding the pleasure from her until they were taut and ready. And indeed, despite Corri's trepidation, she began to succumb to the sensual talents of this man who had abducted her. She found herself becoming increasingly aroused by his skills, although she made an effort to disguise it. But when he dipped below the waistline he began an erotic torture which had a tumultuous effect on the young woman. With his tongue extended he drew wet circles all around her clit. He would come very close but not touch it. Corri ached for relief but said nothing. Only her heavier breathing belied her desire. Sensing her increasing need, he would move lower to her inner thighs. The smooth silky skin in that area was the most sensitive on her body. The tension was multiplied as he licked, sucked, and nibbled. This was followed by more tantalizing circles around her deprived clitoris. Corri began to lose control. Despite her efforts at restraint she began to moan and squirm on the table. Eventually she began to beg for relief with a despondent tone of voice, "Please, please,......do it please, please." Yet still the man continued with this game of tactile deprivation. On and on he went repeating the process over and over until his victim was in a frenzied almost psychotic state. Then he suddenly buried his face into her throbbing pussy. Corri reacted with a tremendous explosion which progressed into a long series of pulsating orgasms. She screamed loudly as he continued to voraciously eat her. After several minutes she fell quiet and still as the mind bending force of the many orgasms numbed her into a state of blissful unconsciousness. 

The chilling sensation of ice cold water dripping on her shoulders and neck brought Corri back to life. She was now on the floor, tied by her hands to the oaken footboard of a king size bed. It took her a moment to adjust to her surroundings. The bedroom was large. There were numerous cinnamon scented candles burning throughout the room. The flickering flames reflected off the walls giving a warm glow to the room. Corri looked over her shoulder. The man was behind her. He was naked except for the medieval black leather hood which covered his head. Only his dark eyes were visible through the mask. She also noticed that he had a large erection. 

"Welcome back Miss Bonds. You were out for a bit so I had to drip the cold water on you to wake you up. Sorry about that but I'm not finished with you." 

"Please let me go!" 

"No, no.....come now Corri Ann, that wouldn't be fair, would it? After all, I haven't had my fun yet. It's my turn now little girl. Now, get up on your knees, in the doggie style position. That's it. Reach up and grab the top of the footboard." Corri complied with his orders. She had never felt so vulnerable. 

"Now, get your ass up higher in the air! Higher! Now!" 

The prisoner arched her back downward to make her butt as high as possible. 

"Very good! Let us begin!" 

With that the black leather paddle came crashing down hard on Corri's left cheek. She groaned and lurched forward. The next whack hit her right cheek. The hot searing pain caused her to grab the bedframe with all her strength. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as the onslaught continued in a methodical fashion. After eight whacks he stopped and rubbed her burning red skin. Corri began to cry very softly but audibly. The man continued with eight more spanks of increasing hardness. Each one stepped up the intensity of the heat which was spreading through her body, enveloping her in a warm, numbing glow which eradicated the boundaries between pain and pleasure. Corri was in a zone where there was no thought, only sensation. The experience was all that existed. It became reality. After number 16 he again stopped to rub her ass. The girl was no longer crying but uttering senseless gibberish. The soothing rubdown had no effect as the skin could no longer feel soft touch. He picked the paddle up again. The last six were extremely hard. Corri let out squeals which came from the depths of her being. White hot light flashed in her brain. After the 22nd whack he threw the paddle aside. 

"There, that's the birthday spanking I'm sure you never received. Consider it my gift to you. Now, for my pleasure!" 

Stepping aside for a moment he pushed two buttons on the stereo next to the bed. Returning to Corri he issued one more loud command; 

"GET YOUR ASS UP HIGH, NOW!" 

The teacher could only obey. As she raised up for the final time he slid his throbbing hard-on into her ass. Corri gasped loudly at this unexpected intrusion. At the same moment the stereo came on blaring out Jim Morrison singing "Back Door Man". He took great pleasure singing along while fucking to the hard rhythmic beat of the song. Driving his cock into her ass with deep penetrating strokes, Corri became nothing more than a receptacle for his powerful plunges. As the song reached it's maximum crescendo the man humped harder to achieve his own climax. Corri felt his ejaculation deep inside her, triggering her own juices to flow. As the stereo fell quiet all that was heard was the passionate heavy grunting of their shared orgasms. 

After cutting the ropes he lifted her exhausted body onto the bed. He laid down next to her putting his arm around her. 

"Well.......how was that?" 

"Oh god, it was perfect, absolutely perfect. Thank you so much, it was exactly what I needed. It was better than my fantasy. Thank you Master." 

"Good, I'm glad you liked it. Believe me, I did too. Now, let's get a little sleep. We got a long drive tomorrow, or should I say, in a few hours." 

"Yes, thank you, Sir." 

Koban scooted up closer, his body pressing against hers. Holding her tight he put his lips to her ear, whispering softly, "You are beautiful."



Kidnapped



My thanks to LadyPineRose74 for spending the time reading my stories and being so encouraging.

*

...hand over her mouth. She tried to scream. Aware that her arms were pinned by her side and held in place firmly by the intruder, she began to panic. As she struggled uselessly, she sensed breath on her ear.

A voice said calmly 'Behave, and you will come out of this unharmed.'

Against ever fibre in her body, she tried to relax. Her sight useless in the pitch black bedroom and her mind reeling with the shock. Feeling the duvet being pulled back, she feared the worst. However as he was pulled her to her feet conflicting emotion raced through her head. First relief that she was not to be raped where she lay and then trepidation as she wondered what was happening. A gag and blindfold was efficiently applied, and her hands bound to her front.. Her arms were being held on both sides, and she realised there must be at least two of them. She stumbled a little, as she was dragged forward. She felt very conscious that she was completely under their control. Walking to keep on her feet, she was glad that she was wearing the silk pyjamas that her boyfriend has bought earlier in the year.

As they exited her house, her knees trembled, but she could not have fallen if she had wanted to. Feeling the pavement under her bare feet, she preyed that a neighbour would see them and call the police; or else stop this; shout for help. Then she felt her head being pushed downwards and was pulled into a car. The door softly latched to her side. What was to become of her? The car started, and she felt the motion as it began to pull away. She sat reasonably comfortable, but shivering nervously at her immediate future. She became aware of the scent of expensive aftershave and the deep piles of the carpet beneath her bare feet. Terror was now blended with curiosity, and she could think of no explanation for what was happening to her.

Not a word had been spoken for the duration of the journey, and she had been led into what she presumed was another house. Diffused light shined through her blindfold, and she detected the murmur of quiet chatter to her front. As she stopped, she felt something cold against her and with horror felt first the pyjama top and then bottoms being cut away. Naked, her nipples stiffened and goose bumps stood up on her arms and back. She sensed several sets of eyes upon her and, with some disgust, realised that the sensation was not altogether unpleasant.

A voice addressed her from somewhere to her left. ' Do you know why you have been brought here?'. She shook her head, and he continued. 'Your boyfriend has become aware that you have been chatting to men about threesomes and foursomes and thought you needed to be taught a lesson.'

The connotations of what had been said, and the bearing it might have on her immediate future made her stomach somersault. She began to feel a little wet. She flinched at the touch of breath on the back of her neck, unaware that anyone had been stood so close to her. She could detect the odour of aftershave and the not unpleasant scent of underlying perspiration. His touch to her back did not shock her as much as she had feared. It was almost expected, and as his hand ran down her back to her buttock, a shiver went down her spine. He then squeezed her cheek appreciatively, as if checking out produce in a supermarket. Another hand caressed her breast and tweaked her nipple. She let out a muffled cry of pain and surprise.

The man behind her moved his attention to her pussy, rubbing fingers between her legs and parting the lips. He pushed her ass back against his touch. She noted, with more than a little pleasure, that the man to her front was now sucking and kissing her breast. Suddenly, she was pushed forward, so that she was resting her elbows on a bed or sofa. She tensed at the touch of tongue against her pussy and ass. Sighing, she knew she must be growing very wet.

The relief at the removal of the gag was short lived. Still blindfolded, she felt rather than saw the cock enter her mouth. Forcing apart her lips, it pushed against her throat before she could pull away. He began to fuck her mouth. Rather than fight it, she sucked and licked it, as it went in and out. Saliva dripping from her lips. The attention that her pussy was getting from the stranger's mouth and fingers along with the texture and taste of the large cock in her mouth was beginning to seriously turn her on. In fact, she knew that she was not a million miles from cumming, which was a deliciously dirty thought. Especially, as she was being taken against her will by several men she did not know or had even seen.

She gasped, as the cock entered her. It stretched her, and she initially thought she would not be able to take it all. Nudging against her deep inside, it withdrew and slowly thrust again a little easier this time. Now, she could not help herself and started to cum. As she did so, she felt the cock still in her mouth throb and grow. He unloaded into her mouth, and the double sensation of warm cum and huge cock in her cunt increased the strength and duration of her orgasm like nothing she had ever felt. Her knees went a little weak, and she realised that the stranger behind her was beginning to pound her harder. She felt pressure against her anus and realised that something had been forced inside. Beginning to get turned on again, she noted with satisfaction that another stiff cock had just pushed against her cheek. Turning her head and opening her mouth, she gagged this time 

This was, in fact, a serious fantasy of hers; and as she settled into her role, she realised that she was no longer a victim, but more a slut to be used. She felt like a seriously lucky girl. Unquestioningly, she began to pump the head back and forth, even stopping to spit on her hand for lubrication. Another cock ejaculated into her mouth leaving string of cum hanging from her face. The blindfold was removed. Her eyes took in the scene. Within the softly lit lounge were five naked men. All reasonably good looking, but most importantly all very well hung. Her stomach lurched at the scene, and she smiled. One of them approached, smiled back, and pushed his cock into her willing mouth. His eyes then looked skyward, as his expression turned to one of bliss.

The man behind her surely could not keep this pounding up much longer, not that she wanted him to stop. Like a child in a sweetie shop, she wished to try everything, saviour the tastes and textures, and take advantage of the variety of flesh at her disposal. Her wish was granted, and he withdrew. He quickly pulled out what she guessed was a butt plug and replaced it with his well lubricated cock. She could not believe that she could take it all but she did. All she knew was her ass was full of his cock, and she felt so very horny. He began to thrust in and out slowly, carefully. Of this she was glad. The man to her front also withdraw and began to slither on his back beneath her. Soon, he was below her and aligning his cock with her pussy. If she felt full before, she was brimming with cock now. Lowering herself, she impaled herself on his cock. The man below began to pump his hips in rhythm with the man fucking her ass.

A cock in her mouth, her ass, her pussy, one in her hand, and even a spare to take over. She was in heaven. Her body tingling and pulsing with pleasure. As one emptied his balls inside her, another took over, until she was soaked in semen. Her pussy and ass were raw with being fucked, but she wanted more. A couple of the men made phone calls, and two more arrived to do their duty. One had come from his night shift, and the other smelling of booze straight from a bar. They, too, treated her like a whore, touching her all over then fucking her with the eagerness the others had shown.

Tired and satisfied for now, she was bound, gagged, blindfolded, and led to another room. She was pushed against a bed and slept a sound, dreamless sleep.. Her last waking thought was that tonight was the Friday, and she knew she would not be missed until Monday morning. What was in store for her in the meantime?



Kidnapped



"Is there anything else I can get you beautiful?" asks Josh, her regular bartender with his mesmerizing dark green eyes, as he cast a furtive glance at Diana's cleavage. He picked up a glass and started drying it, focusing intently on the glass.

Glancing at the door and then again at her phone she sighs. 9:00 pm. "Thanks Hun, but I should get home. See you next week." 

He reached out and touched her hand as she stood and went to grab her purse off the bar. "He probably got tied up at work. I'm sure everything is fine and he'll call later. " He smiled sympathetically, knowing it was her date night with David. They were his favorite regulars. They came in every Friday night and though she didn't realize it, David made sure Josh got a nice show when they went to their booth. She always sat facing the bar and David spent the night slowly raising the hemline of her skirt while they sat. Diana shot Josh a smile that she didn't feel and placed money on the bar.

As she made her way through the deserted parking lot she couldn't help but feel angry and depressed that David stood her up. She always looked forward to their date nights and he had never missed one in all the time they had been dating. But here it was, an hour after they were supposed to meet and he never showed, never texted and never called. No response to any of her messages. Nothing. She was bouncing between being worried and angry. It wasn't like David, but at the same time he had been acting strangely over the last week and wouldn't talk to her about what was on his mind. She didn't know what was going on but she was determined to get it out of him the next time he called. 

Nearing her car she starts digging in her purse for her keys. "Fuck, I need a smaller bag." She mumbles near tears. It had been a long day at work and she is ready to go home and forget about everything. She and David had only been dating a few months she was completely in love with him. She had noticed him around for years and had always thought he was sexy but never got up the nerve to talk to him. They both had traveled in similar social circles but had never formally met or talked until she went to hang out with their mutual friend Brian. From that day they found time to hang out whenever they could. She couldn't imagine a reason why he wouldn't have shown up tonight.

Just as Diana finds her keys she senses someone approaching and straightens and feels a hand go over her mouth, as she is shoved against the car door. Her attacker pins her arms quickly between her body and the door and the keys are digging into her abdomen. Screaming against his hand, she pushes against the car, fighting to get free as tears stream down her face. "I can't believe this is happening to me," she thinks.

"Shut up, you fucking cock tease and stop fighting. The more you fight, the worse it will be for you. Though maybe you like it rough..." A deep voice chuckled lightly in her ear. "I saw you in there," he growls. "Teasing all the men in your fucking mini skirt and fuck me heels. Every week you come in and taunt all of us, well, now you'll pay." She had thrown on David's favorite jean mini-skirt and heels with her favorite plaid button up shirt that hugged her curves in all the right places. David loved her walking around his place in just the shirt and panties when they were done having sex and she loved the way he looked at her when she wore it. She loved the way she felt and was angry that this strange man was turning her favorite outfit into something bad.

Shocked and angry at his words she pushes back against her attacker as hard as she could making him stumble. Diana desperately tries to wrench free but he quickly catches his balance and growls before grabbing her arms and wrenching them behind her back. He quickly hooks his leg around hers and forces her to the ground placing his knee in her lower back so she can't move. Tentatively she tried only to have pain shoot through her shoulder.

Behind her she heard another voice chuckle, "Feisty. I like that. She will be fun to break in won't she? Hold her arms while I tied her up."

The voice sounded familiar but Diana couldn't place it. Whimpering she rests her forehead on the ground and tries to calm down and breath as they tie her arms and legs. "What do you want from me?"

"What you always promise when you walk in that door, a good time." He slipped a blindfold over her eyes. "Throw her in her car, "Joe"."

The guy he called "Joe" picked her up with ease and threw her over his shoulder. She could feel the muscles moving as he opened the back door of her car and carefully placed her in the backseat and buckled her in. Diana was confused by them buckling her in, though she supposed that they didn't want her hurt before they had their fun with her. Since she was blindfolded she knew she needed to rely on her other senses to try and keep track of where they were going.

Starting her car turned on her IPod and her favorite song Crazier by Taylor Swift started playing. She remembered the first time she heard the song. It was right after she had met David for the first time and tears started flowing down her cheeks again. The song brought back every feeling she had ever felt since meeting David and the thought of never seeing him again broke her heart. Shaking her head she tried to refocus and follow the turns so she wouldn't be lost if she managed to get away but it seemed like they were going in circles and after what seemed like an hour she was completely lost. Diana started working on the ropes but it seemed the more that she worked at them the tighter they seemed become.

The guy who had grabbed her chuckled from the front seat. "You can't get out of the ropes. Keep struggling and you are going to start cutting off your circulation. Don't want that now do we? Here we are Joe."

They put the car in park and someone carefully pulled her out of car and slung her over their shoulder. As her head rested on his back she was confused. The cologne triggered a memory that was sitting on the outskirts of her mind. Like the voice she knew it from somewhere but couldn't remember where. It had to be someone from the bar. At some point most of the regulars had offered to buy her a drink but she always politely declined. She never wanted to lead anyone on. Her heart was David's and there wasn't a soul in the world that could touch it.

He carefully put her down on a chair once they entered the house. She could feel someone running their hands over her body in a way that was almost soothing. Leaning near her ear he whispered, "Relax and you may even enjoy this. We know you better than you think." Then he sank his teeth in the most erotic spot on her neck at the base from behind and a jolt of pleasure shot through her body and she softly moaned before catching herself. If she had been standing, her knees would have buckled. It was like he knew exactly what spot to bite on her body to turn her on. Her body was getting very turned on by the hands caressing and massaging her body. A second set of hands began to slowly undress her but was limited by her ropes. To her surprise she felt a third set of hands removing her shoes before running their hands up the inside of her creamy thighs. The fingers deftly maneuvered under the elastic of her black boy short panties before slowly starting to tease her pussy lips. Someone began slowly circling her nipple with their tongue before sucking it into their mouth and biting. By this point Diana was completely lost in the feelings. Her pussy was dripping and aching for a cock to plunge into it. She didn't know who the guys were but she was longing for more.

"Stand up." A voice commanded as a hand slipped under her arms to help her as she moved to obey. "If you will be a good little slut we will untie you. But one move to take off your blind fold, run or fight us and you will be punished. Do you understand?"

"Yes." Diana whispered.

"Yes, what, my dirty little whore?" said one while grabbing her hair and yanking her head back forcefully. 

"Yes, Master?" she said hesitantly. 

"Perfect." He chuckled and then bit her on the nape of her neck before letting her go.

They cut off her ropes and quickly pulled off the rest of her clothes. The men took a step back and smiled at each other. On a cue from the newest guy the two men pounced and began playing with Diana. They pulled her over to a pile of blankets and pillows they had set up earlier and lowered her to the floor. They began devouring her body, licking and sucking. One began eating her pussy, teasing and sucking on her clit and pussy lips while fucking her pussy with a finger while teasing her ass with another. He slowly lapped at her opening savoring her juices while the second began biting and sucking on her nipples up to her neck leaving a trail of marks while unzipping his jeans and slowly slipping them off. He grabbed her hair and tilted her head back and her mouth opened instinctively as his cock touched her lips and slipped in. Her tongue caressed the top of his cock and she moved to take it fully into her mouth. He felt his cock bottom out, his dick in her throat as she swallowed and he almost came. She started moving her head slowly and he moaned in pleasure, happy to just kneel while she worked his cock.

"Fuck she is an amazing cock sucker Joe. I bet her pussy tastes amazing."

The man lapping at her pussy just moaned in agreement before kneeling up. "Don't cum too soon Bob. You have two more holes to fuck." He then proceeded to quickly disrobe before positioning his cock at her pussy. She could feel him resting there before slowly starting to tease her pussy with the tip of his cock. She tried her best to arch and get more of his dick in her pussy but was unsuccessful and moaned in displeasure. As she was bringing Bob's cock out of her mouth to breathe she shoved his dick into her cunt, causing Bob's dick back into her mouth and a scream of ecstasy to escape from around the dick lodged in her throat.  Both Bob and Joe started fucking her mouth and pussy, finding a rhythm that caused her to cum. Her pussy convulsing on Joe's dick and her moans of pleasure almost sent both men over the edge and the both pulled out leaving her desperately wanting more.

She felt hands help her up on her knees and guide her to straddle someone while they guided their cock into her dripping pussy. She started to slowly ride the cock; it filling every inch of her aching pussy. A hand grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her in for a deep kiss while someone kneeled behind her and started pressing the tip of their dick into her ass. Her back arched and she gasped as the tip slipped into her ass and she pushed back feeling both cocks filling her ass and pussy at the same time. After a moment a third cock touched her lips and she happily started sucking on it as all three cocks started fucking her simultaneously. 

Her body was on sensory overload as she started cumming hard and the man below her chuckled.  She felt like every nerve in her body was on fire. As her pussy was milking the cocks Joe started to cum in her ass and he leaned down and bit her neck hard causing her orgasm which had just started to slow to start in full force all over again. He slowly pulled out of her ass and moved to sit down to relax for a few minutes.

"Fuck, she's gonna make me cum moaning on my cock like that." Bob said.

"Go ahead." Said the man below her and Diana gasped. It was David. The third man was David. She reached up and ripped off the blind fold and looked into the eyes of Brian and he smiled.

"Hi." He said before unloading his cum into her mouth as she started swallowing. Once he was done cumming in her mouth she looked down into the eyes of the man she loved.

"I love you sexy." He said smiling before flipping her over onto her back and fucking her until he filled her pussy with his cum. Lightly kissing her neck, he nuzzled her and whispered, "I hope you don't mind. I know it has always been a fantasy of yours and I just wanted to make it come true." 

She peered around him and saw Josh. He smiled at her with a twinkle in his eyes. "I told you everything was fine."

She reached over and threw a pillow at Josh before laughing and covering her face. "I can't believe you guys did this." David rolled onto his side and kissed her lightly on the lips, before she sat up, looked around at her living room and smiled at the guys. "You are all nuts. What if I didn't want it? What would you have done if I fought? What if someone saw you?"

"We would have let David deal with it," Said Brian smiling. "Actually that is why I wore a little extra cologne and why Josh didn't try and change his voice. We hoped you would realize that we were people you knew and that you were safe. David spent a long time planning this for you."

Smiling at David she leaned over and kissed his cock before lightly sucking the tip of it into her mouth. "Does that mean I get you boys all night?" 

Moaning happily David said, "I take that you are happy, so most definitely yes."

Both Brian and Josh's cocks started getting hard as they started stroking their cocks getting ready for a night full of fucking.



Kidnapped!



It had been three days since Lord and Lady Bostock-Palmer had heard from the kidnappers. No news, wasn't good news as far as Lord James was concerned; he wanted his daughter back. Lady Margaret Bostock-Palmer was inconsolable. It wasn't the money, he would pay anything to get Penelope back home, the kidnappers knew that; but they hadn't they been back in touch. After the initial contact with the usual warnings about keeping the police out of it, nothing; no phone call; no letter; nothing!

"Why don't they call" he said to his wife. The waiting was beginning to take its toll on his already poor health.

"Poor Penelope" Margaret replied, "How on earth did they manage to snatch her, she's such a sensible girl" 

"Well judging by the mess they left behind it wasn't easy, Penny would have put up quite a struggle, and you know what a headstrong lass she is." He responded.

And so they waited. Waited, for the call that never came.

Penelope Bostock-Palmer was locked in a small coal shed at the rear of an isolated cottage near Sherwood Forest. The kidnappers were trying to decide how best to handle her; she was a hand full and no mistake. This was her second attempt to escape and only sheer luck had stopped her reaching the road.

"Fetch her in Bert" the leader, whose name was Robbie, finally said, and Bert went outside with Maurice to bring the young woman back into the house.

"How's the rich bitch today?" Robbie asked grinning inanely as she was bundled in and stood before him.

"Bollocks!" she answered.

"Look if you are assuming that we'll keep you alive to get the money, then think again" Robbie raised the sawn off shot gun to his captives head. "I've had it up to here with you. We're behind schedule already because of your tricks, and I won't put up with anymore.

Penelope had only seen this man once before, it was the other two that had been her guards for the last two days. She had already decided she disliked him intensely.

"Will you talk to 'daddy', we need him to see that you are still alive?" he continued.

"Fuck off!" she answered.

"Is that you final word on the matter?" he asked

"Is there something wrong with your hearing, little man" she defiantly retorted. "Or are you just congenitally stupid?"

"Fine! -, Okay strip her lads" 

Penelope began to struggle she hadn't expected this turn of events. Her plan was to be as awkward as possible (as was her normal habit anyway) in the hope that they would tire of her, or at least delay them long enough to give the police time to trace them.

"Please stop it, you are ripping my blouse" she yelled.

"Bert!" The man stopped his assault on the woman.

"Well, Posh Tart, I'm waiting; are you going to do it yourself or shall I let the lads carry on?"

The woman began unbuttoning her blouse; she slid it from her shoulders and placed it over the chair. All six eyes watched her every move and Robbie still had his gun aimed at her.

"Now those" Robbie waved the gun at Penelope's purple slacks. She unzipped them

kicked them off and folded her arms defiantly across her bosom.

"That's all you're getting" she announced haughtily.

"Is it indeed….Bert the rope" and his compatriot quickly tied the noose around the hapless girls neck. Together the two men threw the loose end over one of the oak beams that ran the length of the ceiling and Penny held onto to the loop around her throat to ease her breathing; she felt she was fast losing the battle. Robbie quickly grabbed her wrists and manacled them behind her.

"It's too tight, please" she croaked

"No its not, we've tested it, you'll just have to stand on tiptoe." Robbie responded.

"Better still, Bert grab that stool" and Bert placed a small foot stool in front of Penelope and helped her on to it. The noose was easier now and she could breathe properly again, but Robbie tightened sufficiently to let her know that any slight step forwards or backwards would result in death.

"Right young lady, you might have all the money in the world but looking at you now you're just the same as any other tart out there." He snipped the straps that held her brassiere in place with his Stanley knife and pulled it from her body.

"They are lads, Posh Tits; see they're just the same as every other pair you've seen. –In fact I reckon my missus' is better" he added as an afterthought. He bent down towards Penelope, she could smell his foul breath as he spoke "You always speak like you got a plum up your arse, so lets see if its true" and with that he cut the lacy white panties from her helpless torso, and cruelly dug his hand into the cleft between her bum cheeks.

"No! no plum there, see lads posh totty is just the same underneath, she's probably a crap shag as well. Ain't that so my precious?" he added running his nicotine fingers under Penelope chin. She was weeping openly, three grubby men prodding and poking her intimate parts, humiliating her with their lewd comments and generally just staring and ogling at her naked and helpless body.

"Let's see you try and escape now Posh Cunt" Robbie sneered.

"Please I need the bath room" she sobbed.

"Oh I say she needs the barth room" Robbie repeated mimicking her accent. Do you think we'll fall for that one again? You can wait till we've taken a picture for Daddy"

"Please not like this, not to Daddy" The gang were not listening to her pleas. Maurice had gone to get a copy of "The Sun" from the car and Bert went to fetch some tape and a felt tip pen. Robbie taped Penelope's upper thighs together and fixed the newspaper directly underneath her crotch taping it place so as the days headlines could clearly be seen. Above it across her belly he wrote with the felt pen: ONE MILLION BY TOMMORROW OR WE START CUTTING OFF BITS. The camera flashed twice and Penelope burst in tears again.

"Good the crying will help convince him. He'll pay up quicker if he thinks you're in bother."

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Later that day Lord and Lady Bostock-Palmer received a package.

"They're Penelope's clothes" Margaret said as she glanced through the garments unable to comprehend the meaning of sending her clothes back home.

"Are you sure?" James asked.

"Of course, don't you recognise them? Look at the labels" she replied She held up the knickers ripped with the Stanley knife. "Look what they've done" she wailed, "poor Penelope"

James wasn't listening; he had found the photograph of his daughter that came with the bundle of clothes. It made him angry; angry not only for his daughter's safety, but real anger at the perpetrators of such demonic deeds, to say nothing of her modesty.


When the phone rang James answered it straight away" Hello Lord Bostock-Palmer." He announced.

"Hello Lord Toffy Nose, you got your parcel then?"

"What have you done with Penelope; I'll kill you" he stormed.

"No you won't you'll do exactly what it says on the bitches belly or you don't see back home in one piece. Used notes mind. I call again tomorrow"

"No that's too soon, I don't think I can raise it by then, I need more time" James protested.

"Tomorrow!" The phone went dead.

In fact Lord Bostock-Palmer was using the delaying tactics that the police had advised, they were trying to keep a low profile to avoid raising any alarm in the kidnappers but the police were hard at work behind the scenes. James was told to say he would need two more days next time they rang. Inspector Dodds figured that would give them time to work on the voice and now perhaps the forensic might come up with something on the packaging that was wrapped around Penny's clothes. "Nothing much on the picture I'm afraid he said Polaroid most probably. He took the picture from James. "Sorry Sir, I do realise how embarrassing this must be but we really do need all the clues we can find. I assure you of our utmost discretion at all times."

"Thank you Inspector" James replied "You can imagine the field day the media would have with my family, if this ever got out"

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While Robbie was away, Penelope got on reasonably well with his two hench-men. Maurice even gave her one of his old shirts since her clothes had been despatched. It wasn't exactly Bond St. but it at least it made her feel a lot less vulnerable. Indeed Penny was a good deal happier now, she knew that Robbie had gone to arrange for the collection of the ransom, and soon she would be freed. She was making coffee for all of them in the kitchen when the evil leader stormed into the cottage nearly wrenching the door from its hinges.

"Hi Boss, everything go Okay?" Bert asked cheerily.

"No it fucking well didn't go okay – Lord Snooty says he can't get the money for two days. I think he's stalling us." Robbie thundered.

"Do you think he's called in the cops?" Maurice asked. Maurice for his sins was a good soul, a little educationally backward and as a consequence kept bad company, but his heart was in the right place.

"Fuck knows" 

Penelope heard his words and came into the kitchen doorway.

"What the fuck is Posh Tits doing" Robbie spluttered.

"Making coffee Boss" Maurice answered in his simple way.

"I didn't mean that blockhead – What's she wearing that for?" He approached Penny who by now was clutching the shirt to her body to stop any impending attack. Robbie scared he,r and if Daddy was having trouble raising the cash, who knows what this madman was capable of. Robbie lunged at his quarry, he was too quick for her and he reached up under the hem of the shirt to grab a handful of pubic hair. He pulled hard.

"Come here Bitch!" She screamed and let loose of the garment and began pounding Robbie's face with both fists. He held firm and she yelled out in pain from his assault on such an intimate area.

"I'll let go of your fanny when you take that shirt off" he said in answer to her cries. She fumbled quickly at the shirt buttons, and let the garment drop to the floor. Robbie relinquished his grip on her pubic hair and she rubbed the affected area. It was very painful. Meanwhile, Robbie grabbed a kitchen chair and thrust it into the middle of the room.

"Sit down Posh Tits –Tie her up Bert, you know how I mean, like we discussed, properly" Bert carefully threaded the rope around Penny's ankles and fastened them to the chair legs. He then brought the rope underneath up the back of the chair securing her left wrist to the chair back, looping back round to her left knee; thus forcing her thigh outwards. He repeated the operation on the other side, leaving Penelope helpless and with her legs thrust apart, her secret places were on full view. She looked up through red tear stained eyes. Such humiliation had she suffered already at the hands of this monster? What degradation has he got in mind for me now she wondered?

"Cut all of her hair off, got to show that bastard we mean what we say" Robbie announced once Penny was securely tied. She yelled out in protest.

"No, please not that!"

Robbie stood in front of the helpless woman "Listen Posh Cunt, although it don't look that posh to me" he prodded the shotgun between her open thighs and rested the barrel just inside her labia. "Perhaps you would rather us send Daddy a finger or perhaps a nipple" he tweaked her right nipple with the gun. Penelope said nothing. She felt devastated as Bert began to hack away at her golden tresses with blunt kitchen scissors, and cried as great clumps of hair fell to the floor.

"When you've finished that, shave her cunt; might as well show the old boy we really mean business!"

Penelope wanted to scream and struggle in her bonds but she remained still, not being exactly confident in Bert's skill with scissors. She hung her shorn head in shame when Maurice began soaping the luxuriant growth between her legs, and wept openly as the razor got to work.

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The police constable that intercepted the second parcel took it straight to Inspector Dodds who was standing by Lord Bostock-Palmer. The police did question the courier but as he could shed no light on the source of the package he was later released without charge.

"Hair!" James held his head in his hands and was near to tears.

"It is your daughter's hair then Sir?" the policeman asked.

"Yes, Inspector" Margaret added as she rummaged through the brown paper wrapping,

"But Penelope is blonde I don't understand what this other hair is in here" Then she saw the photograph of Penelope strapped naked into a chair with her head shorn, looking like a refugee from a Nazi concentration camp. Directly beneath her shaven pubis was a newspaper with today's headline 'Heiress Still Missing'. There was a message in felt tip written across her stomach: WHAT'S LEFT TO CUT OFF? Margaret fainted and as James went to help her, the Inspector took charge of the photograph.

For the remainder of her time in captivity, Penelope was kept naked, even when Robbie went out, which was often, he warned his colleagues "Keep the bitch nude! - I want see her bald cunt and tits on show when I get back or I'll have your guts for garters, both of you.." Bert, and particularly Maurice, were fearful of Robbie, he had a violent temper but had always seen they right in the past, so they had stuck with him. They were kind to Penny, however, best they could. They brought meals to her in her room, but as Robbie had removed all the sheets and duvet from the bed, even that didn't afford her any privacy. They gave her some cream to help with the shaving rash brought on by Maurice's clumsy efforts with the razor, and tried to comfort her when her predicament caused her to snivel and whimper with the indignities she suffered. It was far worse for the captive when Robbie was in the cottage. Then they watched her every move. The bathroom door was wedged open and whenever she visited it she always had an escort in tow. Robbie seemed to take great pleasure in watching her piss, he even took photos. "Just a little insurance" he'd say "In case you're thinking of describing us to the cops – I'm sure Daddy wouldn't want these falling into the wrong hands" he laughed loudly. Penelope knew they had a complete photographic record of her imprisonment at the cottage; a documentation of her degradation and humiliation.

The drop had been arranged for early morning, just after the banks were open. This time Penelope began to panic once she knew. She had been dreading this moment; she had expected the police to have traced them by now and feared the worse. Would they kill her, or rape her even, now that she was of no further use to them. Robbie could obviously see that she was troubled but left it until the last possible moment before telling her of their plans.

"Don't fret yourself Bitch – we'll let you go, but you'll have to stop here and wait for the cops. We're going to South America" he laughed that raucous laugh of his and pulled the kitchen chair back into the lounge. This time he placed it facing the front door of the cottage and told the naked woman to sit. Bert did his stuff with the rope whilst the other two busied themselves, packing things away in the Land Rover. Robbie returned with his felt tips and drew circles round his captive's nipples and in then in large letters across her chest he wrote: LADY PENELOPE and below that he the words POSH and TITS one word on each breast. He drew an arrow down her stomach pointing to her shaven mound and above it scrawled POSH BALD CUNT. He stepped back to admire his handiwork and then smiling his toothy grin he placed one hand on the untidy bristles of her head and the other under her chin, he pulled her head back and planted a kiss on her lips. It was foul; she could smell the nicotine and stale beer. When he released her she coughed and spat to rid herself of his evil stench. He merely laughed at her discomfort reasserted his grip on her head and wrote the word SLAG in large red letters on her forehead.

"Not such a posh tart now are you bitch? –Lady Penelope Posh Tits", he read from the humiliating body writing, "Quite catchy that", he added as he pulled the Polaroid from his jacket. "Just a couple more for the album" and the flash dazzled her tear damp eyes as he snapped from various angles close ups of her anatomy. He showed her the shots he had taken and left one balanced on her knee, she shook it off - it disgusted her.

"Wait a minute" he said, as if Penny was able to go anywhere," I have an idea. He rushed back into the large bedroom and dragged out a full-length mirror and took great pains to hang it on the rear of the front door, opposite Penelope.

"While you wait to be rescued you can look yourself and admire your posh tits and bald fanny. Love your hair by the way" he laughed cruelly and left to continue his packing.

Maurice did manage to give the distressed Penelope some food and water whilst the others were occupied. She refused at first, but Maurice encouraged her. "Come on love you don't know how long it'll be before they find you. I'll tell them as soon as it safe though, honest" Penny sobbed "Hey cheer up you're still alive, you're loaded with dosh, so what is there to be upset about?" Penelope almost smiled at his naivety; he seemed oblivious to her chagrin and mortification. She chewed on the sandwich he had made for her and drank a little of the water. Although Maurice's intentions were nothing but honourable, she still felt dirty and sullied having to be fed like a baby.

"Hey Maurice leave the posh slag alone, we've got get going" It was Bert who was calling to him. Maurice kissed Penelope gently on her cheek and went out to join his friend. Robbie put in a final appearance to confront his victim for last time.

"Bye Bye then Posh Tits, we're all off to collect Daddy's money now. I'll leave the door unlocked. I'm sure if you scream loud enough someone might hear you" He walked over to the door then added slowly, with emphasis "Even- tu- ally".

In fact it was some twelve hours before anyone found Penelope. The police had indeed put a trace on the money and the kidnappers were apprehended before the reached the airport. Unfortunately Maurice was carrying the gun and he was shot during the arrests, so it was several hours of questioning later that Bert finally cracked and gave the police the exact location of the cottage.

Penelope was at the edge of madness. Her screams for help went unheeded, the cottage was so remote. She wasn't sure she wanted to found like this anyway, but she yelled nonetheless, only stopping because of exhaustion or to weep when she caught a glimpse of the hideous vision of herself in the mirror.

As the door to the cottage opened, the sight of a naked heiress strapped to a chair facing them; legs cruelly stretched apart and the word 'Slag' blazing out from her forehead greeted the police. She was half asleep and had obviously been in distress for some time. The carpet beneath her chair was soaked in urine and she was sitting in her own excreta. She was untied and wrapped in a blanket to be escorted out to the waiting van. A constable saw the Polaroid that dropped to the floor; he picked it up and handed it to Penelope.

"I believe this belongs to you Miss" he said.

Penelope just cried.

©BlackRosewing



Kidnapped!



He strolled casually into the parking lot. It was dark and, despite the fact that it was Saturday and there were several bars around, the parking lot was not busy at 10:45. She would be getting off work soon and he wanted to be ready for her. He slipped a small screwdriver from his pocket and knelt by her license plate. He quickly removed the one screw, catching her spare key as it fell to the ground. He replaced the screw and let himself into her car. 

In the back seat he took a few other things out of his pocket; a small cloth, folded thick, a tiny bottle, a gag and some lengths of rope. He grinned. She was going to be surprised. He settled himself to wait. Another 10 minutes and her shift would be done. 

He must've dozed because the pinging of her remote starter startled him and he almost sat upright. He slouched down further as the locks popped up. "Lazy bitch," he thought. "What's so hard about turning the key?" He tipped the contents of the bottle onto the rag and sat up as she sat in the driver's seat. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear after she inserted the key. "Hello pretty slut." He slammed the cloth over her mouth and nose.

She had two coherent thoughts before the chloroform took over. One was, "What the hell is he doing here?" And the other was, "Chloroform for a kidnapping, how quaint." Then she knew nothing. 

She woke to the rhythm of the road. She panicked when she found she couldn't see, then realized she was merely blindfolded. She tested the rest of her body. She was bound with her wrists in front of her and she couldn't even wriggle them loose a little. Moving her legs she found rope wrapped around her ankles, knees and thighs. She found a cloth gag with her tongue and grinned behind it. He had thought of everything. Then she got worried again. This was not how they had discussed it. He wasn't supposed to knock her out.

He checked on her to find her quietly testing the ropes. He chuckled, "there's no point in trying, you're not going to get free. Just go back to sleep." A muffled shriek greeted his remarks and he laughed. But, almost as if her sleep cycle operated at his command, she dropped off again. She awoke with him trying to pull her out of the car. She whimpered a little when her ankles bounced off the doorframe. She gasped and twisted when another pair of hands grabbed her under her knees. 

Her kidnapper whispered soothingly in her ear and she leaned against him, trusting him. She was carried into a house and she could hear muffled voices. She was dropped on a cool tile floor. The ropes were removed from her legs and her clothes were cut off. She moaned with despair at that. Those pants were her favourite! Her ankles were restrained again and she discovered it was a spreader bar, probably 18 inches long. Enough to keep her legs apart, short enough to allow her some movement. Her wrists were untied and her blouse and bra cut off too. Her wrists were cuffed loosely with steel cuffs.

Soft hands took over, pulling her across the room. She was lifted into a shower stall and stood in the center. Her hands were lifted and she was suddenly pulled taut upright as her cuffs were hooked into a ceiling. She was on her toes and unable to move. She heard the sounds of running water and those soft hands touched her again. They parted her ass cheeks and a warm slippery gel was massaged into her anus. She gasped and wiggled when a tube was slid up her ass. Warm water flooded her and she moaned. The tube was soon pulled out and a butt plug took its place. The blindfold was removed after soft instructions were given for her to keep her eyes closed. Water cascaded over her body, trickling between her breasts, slipping between her labia and she moaned again. 

Her hair was soaked and hands massaged her scalp, working the soap in, cleaning her hair. The shampoo was rinsed out and moisturizer combed in. A soft cloth washed her front, teasing and pinching her nipples, swiping at her clit with no where near enough pressure to do anything but tease her. Her legs and feet were washed then her front was rinsed. 

By this time her ass was desperate to release its contents. She was wriggling and blushing. She had no idea what was going to happen when the plug was removed but she was horrified at what they were going to have her do. Sure enough the spray was set so it cascaded down her back. 

Those soft fingers probed at her again, even as she heard a soft clink. The plug was brutally yanked from her and she cried as she was forced to endure the mess that gushed from her. The fall of water rinsed it from her body as quickly as it appeared but she was humiliated anyway. Her head dropped forward and her chest and faced burned a bright red. She was checked, rinsed and checked again. A voice said, "she's clean. Finish up, they are waiting and losing patience." She was washed again from shoulders to ankles. Then she was rinsed and patted dry. Vanilla scented oil was rubbed into her skin, every inch of her, and she moaned at the touch. Her hair was brushed roughly and blow-dried a bit to keep it form dripping. 

The blind fold was replaced but this time it felt like silk. She wondered what colour it was. The cuffs were removed and her wrists were rebound with the same material. Her nipples, pierced with gold loops in the holes, had a delicate chained clipped to them. The spreader bar was removed and she was led from the bathroom.

The murmuring got louder and she began to understand some of the words. Bits and pieces floated to her ears..."what is taking so long?' " We were promised a treat..." "Better be good..." A throat was cleared and silence descended. She felt soft carpeting beneath her feet and she stood silently, chin lifted slightly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, You were all promised a treat tonight and here she is." She was tugged forward a little. "Allow me to present catie. She is not without her pride, as you can see by the raised chin. She does somehow manage to look defiant, even bound as she is doesn't she?" 

catie heard murmurs of ascent before the voice she knew well spoke again. "She has reason, she is, when she wants to be, a slave of the highest caliber. She is very orally talented and has a gift for pleasing. Also she takes pain well and is willing to please her Dominant. The only sticky point is her pride. Do any of you have suggestions as to how we can eliminate that?" She shivered in fear as voices spoke up eagerly. 

The most common answer was for her to receive a beating. She thought that enduring the enema would have been enough but no, there was more to come. After all, she supposed, only a couple of people had witnessed that. She hesitated to guess how many people were her but she guess at least 6 Dominants and probably one sub per Dom/me. Finally, someone offered the use of his sub for her punishment. 

"donna is adept at the use of spanking instruments. What should we use?" catie gasped in dismay. Bad enough she was to be punished in front of all these people but to have a woman do it! The Dom who spoke smiled, "Look at her, she doesn't like the idea of a woman punishing her!" catie tried to shrink into herself. "I wonder how she would feel if she knew that donna is barely 5 feet and slim as a reed?" catie shuddered as she pictured this slight woman. She was not used to submitting to one who was smaller than herself. 

"Can we remove her gag?" Some one else asked. The gag was whipped away from her face and she licked her lips. "mmm nice mouth. You say she is orally talented?"

Her captor said she was, then offered her services, later. "Right now, let's see how she takes a beating shall we?" There was a general agreement and donna was told to do it. The chain attached to catie was grasped firmly and yanked. She winced and stumbled forward a step before gaining her feet. She smelled jasmine and knew that it was someone else who had her now, probably donna. She bit her bottom lip, worrying it for the few steps she was made to take. A hand on her shoulder gave steady pressure, telling her to kneel. catie bent her knees and found that they met a padded bench. She knew where this was going, she was no stranger to a spanking bench. She leaned forward in response to a slight push and met the 'seat' of the bench with her torso. Slim fingers pulled the chain attached to her nipple rings and arranged her body so her breasts were hanging over the side, her arms were outstretched and attached to another piece of furniture and her ass was in the air.

A short pause, a whispered discussion and footsteps made catie wonder what was going on. She felt warm slim fingers play with her hair, trail down her back and over her backside. She tried not to move in response to the gentle stimulation. A chuckle told her she hadn't succeeded in restraining a reaction. Soon footsteps were heard again and a murmured "this one thanks you Sir," made catie tense. She felt soft skin against hers and breath in her ear, "Are you ready, little slut? We're going to start now."

Before catie could answer she felt the air move and a leather paddle crashed into her ass. It was a long one, it stretched across both cheeks and donna wielded it hard. There was no mercy in that first whack. Catie gasped, her skin jumping. Two more like that followed and she didn't know whether to moan or cry. She bit her lip through 5 more before she tasted blood. She wriggled through 2 more.

Then she sighed as a hand swept over her burning skin, taking some of the heat with it. She moaned when those soft fingers trailed over her labia. She was soaked and she knew it. She was embarrassed to have this girl find out too. The spanking restarted. She wriggled and moaned, pushing her ass back for more. Pretty soon she didn't care how wet she got. She was moaning and pushing her ass in the air, begging for more.

The spanking stopped as He spoke up again. "What did I tell you?" He turned her face to display it to the group. "Her face is flushed with excitement. She wants more." He trailed his hand down her back and rubbed her ass gently. "See the redness? The stripes are blending into one. Did any of you notice how rapid the colour change was? She didn't go from pink to red, she went straight to red. And look at this," he slipped a hand to her cunt and parted the lips. "She is soaked. She loved every second of it. Watch..." He slipped a finger deep inside her and brought it back out. She whimpered. He slipped in two, then three. He fucked her slowly, her body moved, tried desperately to get more from him. He pulled his fingers out then slipped one into her ass, using her own juices as lube. Then another, "she is very relaxed, very open and far beyond merely willing. She is craving the attention." He pulled out, smacked her lightly and left her kneeling there. 

Her head dropped to her arms and she breathed deeply and slowly for a moment. There was talking around her but she heard it more as a buzz, tuned it out. Plans were being made for her but she was unaware of it. 

Suddenly someone grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head up and back. Her mouth opened as she cried out and a cock was shoved in. She moaned and immediately began sucking, her tongue stroking, caressing and lavishing attention on it. The owner of the cock adjusted his grip as he moaned. Fingers wrapped around her head, holding her still as he fucked her face. She kept up to his pace, sucking him deep, flicking her tongue over the head when he was almost out. He was shoving his cock deep down her throat when she felt someone else slam their cock into her cunt. The guy in her mouth yelled "oh fuck!" as she moaned around him and her teeth scraped him a little. He smacked her cheek and growled at her to be more careful. The cock in her cunt was thick and was sliding in and out of her slowly. It was buried till she could feel balls slap against her, then pulled almost all the way out.

This continued for several minutes before something new was added. The chain was removed from her tits and a mouth wrapped itself around one nipple. Teeth bit down, gripping her nipple as the tongue flicked the ring back and forth. It was the last straw. catie hadn't been given permission to cum and had been trying to hold it off but she just couldn't help it anymore. She screamed around the cock and a massive orgasm ripped through her from one end to the other. 

Suddenly all the people left her. She whimpered, bereft. She heard a hiss, a sound she recognized as a flogger. She tensed just as it connected with her still sore ass. Blow after blow rained down on her back, ass and thighs. Ten, twelve blows later and she was sobbing, gasping out apologies for her audacity. The blows stopped and she sagged in relief. A hand grabbed her hair and lifted her head, a cock was shoved in her mouth again. It was shoved down her throat, gagging her in one long thrust. Another cock, thick and long, forced it's way into her cunt. Both men fucked her hard for several minutes, she struggled to keep up. The one in her mouth exploded, filling her mouth with cum. She tried desperately to swallow it all but some dribbled out anyway. As he pulled out the guy in her cunt pulled out and forced his way into her ass. She screamed as her muscles were forced to stretch to accommodate him. Her ass burned. He waited for several beats then started long slow strokes. 

Fingers grabbed her nipple rings, pulling and twisting. Another hand forced her mouth up and she found a pussy shoved against her face. She stuck her tongue out and licked around. She slid it into the slit and found a sopping wet cunt. She licked eagerly. A scrape and thunk happened. The pussy left her face momentarily and came back. This time far more open for her to lick. She surmised a chair must've been brought for the woman owning the tasty treat. Catie's face was shoved deep into the folds and she went to town with her mouth. She was rewarded with a hot gush of sweet cum. The first woman left and another took her place. Six women sat before her, offering their cunts to her mouth. She pleased them all without fail. 

The cock in her ass had exploded and left during the second woman. It had been replaced with others too. She had been well used and was exhausted by the time a bell rang somewhere in the distance. The voices again, this time a chorus of thank-you's and oh my she is good and even a why isn't my slave that well behaved? The voice she knew well chuckled when asked where he had found her. She smiled a secret smile. Only she knew that.

She hung her head, resting, waiting. 

Soon soft warm fingers undid her bonds, helped her stand and caught her when she fell. She was lifted and carried to a bath. She slid into the warm waters and sighed with pleasure. She winced as the hot water stung some of the welts. She didn't care. It was all good. 

Finally the blindfold was removed. She eyed her captor. He blushed, sank to his knees and leaned his head against the tub. 'Mistress, please tell me You'll forgive my boldness. I wanted merely to fulfill Your fantasy."

She reached out one hot, dripping hand and cupped his chin. She looked into his piercing blue eyes, searching. "You've done well. Thank you My pet. You will be rewarded. Richly."

The slave grinned, the picked up the hose at the end of the tub so he could wash Her hair. 



Kidnapped!



Melanie Charlstone had recently completed her 31st birthday. But there wasn't any celebration this time. The reason being quite simple. She was far from her hubby. She was on a business trip and the only consolation for her was that she was returning the very next day. 

She had a long talk with Jerry, her husband, over the phone. A little bit of flirting and teasing over the phone had aroused both of them. It was almost two months that she was away and from Jerry's voice over the phone she could say he was also on the very last edge of his desperation. But that was true for her also. Somehow she just wanted to reach home and throw herself on Jerry. She was sure Jerry would take on it from there. 

Sitting on the plane she felt like a teenager falling in love for the first time. She was counting the seconds, then the minutes and at last the hours. Finally when the plane landed she was the first one to come out of it. 

It was 2:00 am in the morning. The airport wasn't that busy. Waiting for her luggage she remembered what Jerry had told her and smiled to herself.

"Baby I will be there at the airport...few hours of drive...then home at last and then ...two months of lost time will be made up by remaining at home all day...yes dear I have taken a couple of days off."

The thought of Jerry's naked body against hers made her blood circulate rapidly all over. Strangely enough, even after a long tiring flight she felt fresh and charged up. Such was the ecstasy of her homecoming.

After collecting her luggage she started looking for Jerry. She tried to call him from her cell but there wasn't any network coverage. 

"Hey Melanie!"

As Melanie turned around in response to the voice she saw Rick Strawe standing behind her.

"Hey Rick! Wass up? You here at this time?"

"Ya. I am here to pick you up."

"Me?"

"Ya. Jerry got stuck into an emergency meeting tonight. He won't be returning till late afternoon tomorrow."

"But he told me that he was on leave for a couple of days."

"Oh that he was but you know a new project has come up and his presence was damn required in the office. He said sorry to you."

"That's all right but I am not able to ring him also."

Melanie showed her cell phone to Rick.

"That you will know yourself when you move outside."

Melanie followed Rick who was carrying part of her luggage. The moment she came out of the airport she knew what was wrong. It was the weather. 

"Oh the weather the airhostess told me the weather isn't good outside. That's why the flight was also late by an hour. Silly I forgot!"

"Anyways we need to go to that car there. It won't be a problem I hope?"

"No, not at all."

It wasn't raining very hard but it was hard enough to drench them. By the time they reached Rick's car they were half wet. Rick sat on the driver's seat and Melaine made herself comfortable behind him.

"I could have gone home on my home. I am really sorry for this Rick. It's so late and....how is Eli doing?"

Elina Strawe was Rick's wife. Rick Strawe worked with Jerry, in the same company but in a different department. Rick along with his family, Elina and a five year old daughter, Mary, lived near their house. Melanie was always very much formal with Rick. Same was true for Rick as well. They only talked during get togethers, parties etc and that too if need be. Else it was always a "how r u- I m fine" kind of a relationship. 

"Oh Eli is fine. She has gone to her parents along with Mary. They will be back in a week's time."

"Ok."

Rick drove on. The roads were deserted. Rick asked about Melanie's business trip. Apart from that nothing more was exchanged between them. 

The car took a turn and was about to enter a dark street when suddenly a speeding car came from behind and stopped in such a manner that Rick had to apply the brakes. Both he and Melaine came forward with a jerk. 

"What is the matter?" Melanie asked Rick.

"I don't know."

Rick got down and shouted at the car's driver.

"Hey you what's your damned problem?"

The same moment another car came and positioned itself behind Rick's car trapping it in between. Rick saw it. He tried to move inside his car but was late. By then two masked guys came and held him on gunpoint. Sensing trouble Melanie started shouting for help. Meanwhile she also dialed Jerry's number but still there wasn't any network coverage. 

"Shout once more and I blow his head off." One of the men said in a commanding voice holding a gun against Rick's temple. 

"Come out." 

Melanie came out with shaky legs. As soon as Melanie came out another masked man came out of the second car and forced them to wear a mask each. Not that they had any other options with a revolver over Rick's temple.

The men asked them to walk straight. So they did with rain wetting them further. At last the men made them get into one of their cars and they drove off.

Neither Melanie nor Rick could believe what was happening to them. More importantly they couldn't guess why it was happening with them. Why the hell were they being kidnapped?

After driving for almost an hour the car came to a halt. For Rick and Melanie it was not an hour, it was eternity. They were guided inside a building and then to an elevator. Strangely enough they were moving downwards. Some kind of a basement they guessed. The elevator stopped finally. This time they were almost dragged roughly out of the elevator. After walking for about five minutes they were suddenly asked to sit. They did and realised it was a soft couch. They heard few sound of boot steps and then there was silence. With their mask on they could neither breathe nor speak properly. And now their hands were being handcuffed as well.

Rick suddenly started to fidget while he was being handcuffed. A hard blow came across his face. Fortunately he was wearing a mask else he was sure the blow would have been more damaging. His head reeled a bit. He gave up. 

"Once more and you leave your head with us." 

Sounds of boot steps came again as if people were entering the room. Then again after few seconds of whispering the boot steps seemed to fade away. There was a silence for about five minutes. The voice came after that.

"Hello to both of you." The voice said. Both of them heard the voice.

"Your handcuffs are unlocked. You can open it up with a jerk if you want to." Both Rick and Melanie did as they were told and both the handcuffs were on the ground. 

"You can also remove your masks."

They did that as quickly as they could. After a pause the visions were clear in front of them. They were inside a small room with two cameras over them. Far from their reach. 

"My men told me that your names are Melanie and Rick."

Melanie thought how out of fear they were calling each other's names.

"So how do you do?"

"What do you want from us?" Rick asked keeping his temper under control.

"Let me begin by explaining why you are here. Not that I have to but still...I will do that..." the voice said.

"There's a couple with whom we have to settle some personal score. But my men made a mistake. They got you two instead of the ones I am looking for."

"If that's the case can we go now?" Rick asked slowly.

"What is the hurry my dear! What is the hurry? You are here, your wife is here."

"He is not my husband." Melanie said her voice choked.

"What? Then is he your lover baby?"

"He is my husband's colleague."

"That will make the night all the more interesting!"

"What do you mean?" Melanie cried out.

"What do you want us to do?" Rick cried out.

"You will soon know. I am a born sadist voyeur and this time I want you two to have sex while I watch."

Melanie was surprised at his audacity.

"How dare you say that!"

"Because I am the boss hear lady."

"You are not our boss. Why should we do what you ask us to?" Melanie continued.

"You don't have any options." The boss said and they could hear an evil laugh coming from the microphone.

"Yes we have you sucker." Melanie opened her shoes and threw both of them at the microphone.

Nothing happened to the microphone but a silence followed.

"I am afraid that won't help. Now let me recommend you something. I am giving both of you two minutes, just TWO minutes, to make up your minds. Either fuck each other now else my men will take compromising pictures of both of you and send it to....your spouses." The dialogue was followed by another evil laugh.

"What have we done wrong? Why are you doing this with us?"

"Two minutes remember."

THE TWO MINUTES started.....

Melanie's thoughts...

What is happening? What have I done to deserve all this shit stuff? Help me out Lord please. Five minutes? What am I suppose to conclude in these five minutes...that yes I want to have sex with my hubby's colleague because a sick moron has taken me on gunpoint...no I won't do it never ever no matter what pictures he shows to Jerry...I will tell him the truth and then and then...What if Jerry doesn't believe me? What if he thinks Rick and me did it really as a consequence of an affair....Can I afford to take the risk? Oh I love you Jerry but......

Rick's thoughts...

I can't believe my luck....this stupid bugger doesn't even know that he is actually going to fulfill one of my most erotic fanstasy....Melanie.....I wana fuck you baby...just five minutes I don't think she can escape this trap....by Jove! What a lucky man I am....Melanie would never speak about it, neither in front of Jerry nor Elina...and even if she does so what? I am not doing this on my own....I haven't kind of masterminded this .... Oh I am getting a hard on Melie baby....come on.... 

THE TWO MINUTES ended.....

"In case you have decided to play this pleasure game let tell you one thing. You both will start when you hear a music and stop when the music. Only when the music stops." The voice over the microphone broke the silence. Melanie and Rick listened to it silently.

After a gap of few seconds Rick stood up. He started to undress. Melanie gaped at him. 

"I am sorry Melanie but I am helpless. I have to do it because of Elina. I love her and I can't risk my marriage, you understand that, don't you?" Rick was laughing in his mind.

He was wearing a full sleeves light green shirt which he had stripped by then. The moment he dropped the shirt on the ground a door opened. Melanie got up.

"Move inside the room." The boss's voice said.

It was Rick who went first. Melanie followed him. They had just taken a few steps when the door closed behind them. They turned around but couldn't see anything as with the closing of the door pitch darkness had set in. Suddenly the lights came and what they saw startled them. Rick's dick further hardened at the scene. It was one of the most erotic rooms both had ever seen. All around the walls there were mirrors, starting from the ceiling till mid wall. There were many tables and numerous sizes of candles on them, all lit. As they took few more steps into the room they saw a 'king' size bed at the center with white silky bed sheets over it. Rick was mad with lust. He just wanted Melanie in his arms. Nothing more mattered to him. Not even the fact he was being watched by a person whom he didn't know at all. 

Meanwhile Melanie was also a bit taken aback by the ambience of the room. For once she wished she was with Jerry. But her thoughts came to a conclusion when she saw Rick stripping off his vest. For the first time she was seeing Rick topless. Rick was few inches shorter than Jerry but as she saw him topless she knew he had a far better build. He had a fine line of hair running down his chest till his stomach but apart from that he was pretty much hairless. This brought a relief to Melanie because she loathed hairy men. The shoulders were broader than Jerry's, she noticed. Rick unhooked his belt and unzipped his pants. He was wearing a white colored brief inside. There was a bulge in the front which Melanie also noticed and she missed a heartbeat. 

"I have to take that in." She thought.

Rick caught his brief and within a flash came out it. Melanie closed her eyes for a second and then slowly opened them. His pre-cum laden cock being her point of focus. Jerry's was longer than him, Melanie thought. But Jerry was not even half of Rick's thickness. For almost ten seconds nothing was spoken between the two of them. Firstly Melanie hadn't had the feel of a dick for two months now. Then she was all fired up for Jerry and now Rick's hard on had left her wondering. The only fear Melanie now had was,

"Oh! I think I give up!"

Rick read her stare well enough. He knew his manhood had taken her into a spell. It was in her face. 

"So she likes it. Good."

Slowly Melanie unbuttoned her business suit. The black suit gave way to a white full sleeved shirt. She slowly unbuttoned it. She wasn't sure which way she should look. She knew Rick was looking directly at her. Finally she closed her eyes again. She slowly removed the white shirt from her body. She was wearing a white bra inside cupping [also Rick thought] one of the juiciest boobs he had ever seen. She unhooked her knee length skirt from the side and then unzipped it. It opened up. She was wearing a white thong inside. Normally she never wore a thong. But Jerry liked it so she wanted to surprise him instead she was here in front of Rick. Melanie took her hands behind and unhooked her bra and dropped it on the ground. Rick's penis stiffened up more. For the first time she looked at Rick. There was something that was very captivating about the whole session. Her fears, tears, disgusts all took a back seat on their own, surprising her for a moment. 

She looked once more towards Rick and tugged down her thong. Rick noticed her shaven pussy which seemed juicier than her boobs. Actually she had shaved herself for Jerry. He liked it that way and so did Melanie. Jerry's licks were more intense with her pussy being shaved. Both of them walked towards each other. The music started. It was an erotic one. Rick took the initiative and started subtly licking her forehead. He held her face still with both his hands and then slowly ran his fingers through her flowing golden hairs. Finally their lips met. For Rick it was a fantasy coming true. May be more than that. He wanted those full luscious lips from the first time he had seen them. He never had the guts to make passes at her and so carried on a formal relationship all the way. It was always his bathroom where he used to jerk off thinking about Melanie. But now he was free and won't be blamed even he fucks her like an animal. Above all Melanie would allow him to do that. Because she knows they were helpless. Rick was right. Melanie controlled herself for two months but now this mess was more than a temptation for the inner carnal lust that had invaded her from the last couple of months. She reciprocated fully. Rick's tongue had completely wrapped her tongue. 

The smooch broke. They looked at each other. They smooched again. Again the smooch broke. They looked at each other and smooched again. Each time they looked at each other their lust for each other's flesh increased exponentially. Melanie climbed upon Rick arching her legs around his hips and placing her hands around his neck. They kept kissing as they reached the big bed. The moment Rick placed Melanie on the bed he started moving down. He squeezed her boobs like it was some kind of a toy. When it hurt Melanie a bit she let out a moan and Rick understood. He started licking them furiously instead. Then he sucked them. He kept on sucking almost for three four minutes. He was alternating from the right to the left boob. Then with his tongue out he moved down licking the skin in between. At last he reached the place where he wanted to reach from quite some years now, Melanie's pussy. First he licked it gently. But when he heard Melanie's soft moan he himself got so charged up that he moved his tongue inside her pussy quickly. Instantly he found out her stiff clit. Rick kept licking and Melanie continued her soft moans.

"Oh slowly Rick pleaseee slowly Rickkkk"

This only increased Rick's ferocity. After five minutes of pussy eating and licking her sweet juices Rick moved up spreading her legs with his hands. Melanie understood and reciprocated by bending her knees. As Rick positioned himself above Melanie, she was ready for him. With a push his pole went inside and she let out a sexy kitten like moan.

"OOuhchhh."

Rick was thick and stretched her like never before. He started his hip gyrations slowly. His gyrations were very full. He was taking his cock out and then again in. Slowly with time the speed increased. So did Melanie's moans. After a few minutes Rick also started groaning. She knew he was about to cum. 

"Oh Melanie I am cumming baby oh..."

Rick calling her 'baby' increased the passion within her. The forbidden things fuel the inner carnal urge within many and Melanie was no different. Both Rick and Melanie were completely into the act. They had forgotten that they were being watched. The soft erotic music added more eroticism to the process. Finally Rick came. Melanie cupped both his butt cheeks as tightly as she could. It was always disappointing with Jerry as he didn't have a plump ass. Melanie loved to cup the butt tight when Jerry came inside in that pose. Though she never told this to Jerry but now when she caught Rick's ass she found out how round and fleshy it was. Finally she arched her legs around his hips and slowly with her bare heels was massaging his butt cheeks. Rick turned around rapidly and Melanie found herself on top of Rick. Their eyes met. While he was fucking her in 'missionary' pose she had her eyes closed. Now when she had opened because of the rapid movement Rick made she looked at him directly. Rick pulled his neck up and kissed her again. 

Many say this [it's true or not who knows?] that every man has got a bastard hiding inside him and almost every woman has got a slut hiding inside her. Situations happen whereby the two meet. This day was the day for Melanie to meet her inner slut that she also didn't know was within her. She pushed Rick on the bed almost as a reflex action and kissed him passionately. Sitting on top of him with her knees bended by the side of his hips she slowly kissed his chest, circling the nipples with her warm and soft tongue, wetting them wit her saliva. All the time she was looking directly towards him. Then she furiously planted several kisses on his bare chest. With her right hand she caught his penis and gave it slow jerks. With her left hand she was caressing his bare chest. When the penis regained its stiffness Melanie guided it inside her burning pussy. She was her hubby's colleague's cowgirl now! She started her ride. She felt Ricks balls the back of her butt each time she made her movement. After a minute she started moaning like she had done never before. Not so loud at least. When she was with Jerry her moans were more suppressed but now with Rick she was almost on the verge of screaming her erotic moans.

Finally with five to six full and intense movements she collapsed on his chest.

"Oh Rick!"

"Oh Melanie Oh!" Both were exhausted. But they knew they had to keep going as the music was still on. Melanie slowly started moving down on Rick. He was constantly running his hands between her hairs and caressing her. While Melanie with few licks and kisses reached his cock, Rick had his eyes closed this time. She held the thick shaft. She started giving him hand job. Few seconds later it was semi-erect. First Melanie kissed his balls, licking them couple of times. Immediately Rick let out a groan. She then licked his entire cock from bottom up and then was back to the end shaft. She licked her way up again. Rick looked at the walls and there he saw what the mirrors had to say. Melanie was sucking his cock! He got aroused once again. He saw her butt and knew what he had to do next. He looked at Melanie. She returned his look. 




Kidnapped!



"Use your saliva baby. Make it slippery ya ya that's the way."

Melanie did as Rick asked her to. She was enjoying it also. After two months of extreme hold up this kind of release was just too much for her to let go off. She spat slightly on his cock and then with her tongue applied it to the entire tip and the shaft as well. Rick pulled out when he knew it was about time to do what he did best, butt fucking.

He turned Melanie around and jerked his cock few times. Melanie also knew what was about to happen so she caught the iron bar near the bed tightly and jutted out her butt as much as possible. Rick slowly first circled his penis round her asshole and then slowly initiated the insertion.

"It's hurting Rick oh hurting a lot." Melanie cried out. Rick listened to her and positioned his face in front of her ass. He started rimming her anus. He used his saliva like an expert and made the area sufficiently wet. Melanie was ecstatic with the tickling acts of her lover. When Rick again tried inserting his cock. This time it went right inside her asshole without much trouble and the love thrusts began. 

Jerry had fucked her in doggie position many times and she liked it also but never in the hind hole. She was an anal virgin. Rick was an expert anal fucker it seemed to her. She didn't get hurt and enjoyed it like crazy. After a while when Rick pulled out his dick Melanie immediately turned to suck it but instead Rick came and she had to take it on her mouth. Her face was full of Rick's thick and sticky cum. She licked her lips with her tongue while Rick brought few tissue papers from one of the nearby tables. He wiped it all for her. But the music hadn't stopped. 

Melanie fell on the bed and so did Rick, on top of her. The music was a motivation for them. Rick caressed her outer thighs and brought her legs near his mouth. He started sucking each and every finger of her feet. Melanie liked it so that she cried out.

"Ya do it its feeling so nice Rick." Rick kept on doing that till he placed her legs on his shoulders. He gave his penis numerous jerks till it became hard again and he guided it inside his pussy once again. Rick with all his left over sexual strength kept pumping her. Melanie saw the scene on one of the mirrors. Rick's naked butt pumping to and fro. She screamed.

"Give it to me Rick come on fuck harder ...ya ya harder....Oh Rick cum on..."

"Ya baby I am baby." Rick obliged. Finally both came and stopped. Rick's chest was on top of Melanie's breasts. But the music didn't stop. So Rick again started to kiss her all over. He was sucking her nipples when suddenly the music stopped. Both of them looked all around the room. Rick and Melanie were in an embracing pose so Melanie let go of that and moved aside picking up the bed cover. She wrapped it around her body. Rick was naked though. The voice over the microphone came over again.

"That was some love making. I am sure you both wanted to have this from a long time."

The door opened and a masked man came up to them with two glasses of wine. 

"Drink it all up. It's nice." The voice said. They did so readily. After few minutes, both Rick and Melanie were deep asleep. 

The sound of cars moving past woke her up. Melanie looked around with sleep in her eyes. Suddenly she remembered the past events of the night.

"Shit!" She exclaimed. But by then it had all happened. She was in the same road from where they were kidnapped. It was Rick's car and she was again in her business suit. Who had dressed her up and when was she left here? She recollected nothing. She tried looking for Rick. She saw him coming from behind the bushes. 

"They threw me there! Those bastards." Melanie observed he was also dressed up. He sat down and started the car's engine. 

On their way back home neither Melanie nor Rick said anything.

Melanie's thoughts on the way back home......

How did I do it? What will I say to Jerry? No I didn't do it with my consent or did I? The big bastard blackmailed me, what was I supposed to do? He could have destroyed my marriage. I did it to protect my marriage. I have to start afresh and forget about the incident as a nightmare. The ambience, the threat, my inner longing all played games and I gave up...oh holy I gave up....

Melanie had tears in her eyes.

Meanwhile Rick was never so satisfied in his life. He was driving with utmost pleasure but he wasn't making his feeling of satisfaction obvious to Melanie. He knew she won't disclose this to anybody and nor would he.

Rick's thoughts on the way back home....

What a beauty! Melanie should have been a model or something! What a tasty thing! She is tasty fucking slut. It was more erotic than I could have ever imagined. The boobs, the pussy and the butt! Oh! Jerry you are so lucky mate.

He got another hard on sitting on the car.

It was an half an hour drive after which they reached their respective homes. Melanie opened the door with her spare key. She sat on the couch and slowly began undressing. She had to take a shower before Jerry arrived. When she was unhooking her bra she saw a paper note stuffed on the inner part of her bra.

"You are the most amazing looking slut I have ever seen!" It was the note from the boss. She tore it into as many pieces as she could and threw it away. 

An hour later she was sitting on her couch watching television and trying hard to forget last night's events. The more she tried to forget the events the more they flashed in front of her. Rick's bare chest, his thick cock, both of them making love and all that.

The bell rang. It was Jerry. 

"How are you and where were you sweetheart? I tried to ring you so many times but the network was out I guess." He remarked.

"You told me you had taken a leave." Melanie burst out into tears.

"I am sorry darling it was so urgent but now I am here."

Melanie didn't let him finish the sentence. She planted a kiss on his lips. Jerry took her to the bedroom on his lap, kissing her passionately all the while.



Kidnapped!



Jill moved through the darkened living room, her body unwinding after another busy day. She was setting the house aright before bed, turning off lights and locking doors as she moved toward her own room, where she'd slept alone since her husband had run off with his sexy new secretary.

Her mind was on the conversation she'd had with a friend on the Internet earlier. They'd met in a chat room earlier that year, and their chats had become steamier and steamier. Tonight she'd finally agreed to meet him that weekend, had given him her phone number so they could talk in person.

She didn't realize he could learn so much more about her from those numbers...

She was stepping out of the shower when a movement in her room caught her attention. She wrapped her towel around her and stepped into the room.

"Hello?" she said hesitantly. She listened for a moment. When she didn't hear anything, she drew a pair of lace panties and a short lacy nightgown from her drawer. She shrugged into her clothes, then turned to go back to the bathroom so she could dry her hair. 

She didn't even have time to register someone was there before the hood was thrown over her head. She struggled and screamed as her hands and feet were duct-taped together. She was hoisted onto a broad shoulder; she was carried a short distance then dropped into the trunk of a car. Something soft was thrown over her and the trunk slammed shut.

She didn't know how long they drove, couldn't tell where she was. After a while the road had gotten rough, so she assumed they were on a dirt road when the car stopped. She lay there quietly, saving her strength for when she had a chance to fight.

The trunk opened and the blanket was pulled from her body. Her abductor pulled her out of the trunk and slung her over his shoulder again. She began to beg, tears streaming into her hair.

"Please... oh God... please let me go. I'll... I'll do anything you say, just let me go, please!!"

"Oh, I know you will, Jill," he said with a soft chuckle as he dumped her painfully on the ground. "You're going to please me well before - *if* I let you go."

She gasped as she hit the ground, but rolled over onto her knees, pleading.

He laughed again, a soft purr of noise. "I love to hear you beg," he said. "It's just what I want to hear from you."

At his words her blood ran cold. Those were the exact words her Internet lover had used earlier that evening.

"B..Bruce?" she asked timidly.

He moved behind her and fastened a strap around her left ankle. He cut the tape on her ankles, then quickly attached a strap around the other ankle, pulling her feet far apart.

"Master," he breathed in her ear.

Chills ran across her skin as he moved in front of her and fastened her wrists with another set of straps, forcing her hands far apart in front of her.

As soon as she was helpless, he removed the hood and stood in front of her.

"That's better," he said with a wicked smile. 

Jill's blood ran cold at the look on his face. That face, so familiar from the photos he'd sent her over the past few months. He was handsome, short dark hair, flashing blue eyes, and a small cleft in his chin. He was wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans.

He pulled a knife from the sheath on his belt and knelt in front of her, holding the knife to her throat.

"These are the rules," he said softly. "You will submit to me. Anything I ask for, you will give me. Anything I tell you to do, you will do. If you do this, you will live. If you don't, then... well..."

He drew his knife across her throat. A thin line of blood welled up behind it. He growled, the sight of blood exciting him. He used the knife and half-cut, half-tore the her clothes off, hurting her.

She tried to squirm away from him, instinctively. He drew back his arm and slapped her across the face.

Bruce rose and walked across the clearing. Watching him through her fingers, Jill saw him put the knife in a sheath at his back, then reach in a bag and pull something out. When he turned her eyes widened. It was a small cat-o-nine tails. He'd told her about it - on the end of each tail was a small barb, designed to cut the skin.

He stalked back and wound his fingers in her hair, pulling her head up. "Suck me," he said. "If I feel your teeth, you will feel the teeth in this," he said, indicating the whip with a short movement. He pulled his fingers from her hair long enough to undo his jeans and slip his cock out, then grabbed her by the back of the head again.

He thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. With her hands locked into the spreader bar there wasn't anything she could do. He ground his hips against her face, making sure to drag her teeth against his cock now and then so he could beat her.

She cried out as the small barbs in the whip cut her flesh; the vibrations from her cries causing him to thrust even harder into her mouth, holding her in a firm grip, fucking her mouth. She was seeing stars before her eyes from the lack of oxygen when he finally pulled his cock out of her mouth and came in her face, holding her so his cum splashed down across her chest. He released her suddenly, and she fell forward onto her hands, gasping for air.

"Ah now, that's the right idea, slut!" he said approvingly. He admired her pose for a moment as he prowled around her. He kneeled behind her, caressing the marks he'd made with the flogger, running his fingers along the lash marks on her ass.

Suddenly he dove his fingers into her cunt.

"Why, you're wet, slut!" he announced. "But you haven't earned the right to have me touch you." He paused for a minute, pretending to think. "I know!" he said. "How about this?"

With the word 'this' he slammed the handle of the flogger into her. Jill cried out again at the violent penetration. Bruce put his hand on her hip and pulled her back onto the handle again and again; he moved his hand forward and pinched her clit. 

To her own amazement, a moan burst from Jill's lips. In her mind she was screaming; how could she be enjoying this? He stroked her clit gently then pinched it again. Jill closed her eyes and moaned again, her body refusing to listen to her mind.

"Ah, yes, slut! You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he moaned in her ear. He slammed the handle of the flogger in her cunt a couple more times, then withdrew it slowly.

Bruce slid the flogger up from her pussy to her ass, making her whimper and moan, then he slid the handle into her ass, pumping into her. She gasped and moaned, her hips grinding against it.

Jill heard the sound of metal as Bruce leaned forward. She froze as she felt the knife blade on her neck.

"Beg me," he whispered.

Jill cleared her throat nervously. "Please..." she whispered, not entirely sure just what she was begging for.

"Beg me to fuck you," he growled.

"Please, Bruce," the knife bore down. "Please, Master... please, fuck me!!" she whimpered. 

"First I have to punish you, slut," he said menacingly.

He slid the knife down her back, the cold metal on her skin leaving goosebumps and a fine red line behind. When he reached her cunt he reversed the knife, using the handle to rape her. She moaned and leaned into it.

Immediately he pulled it out. "You're enjoying that too much," he said as he thrust the handle into her ass. She screamed; the knife handle was much larger than the flogger handle. She was scared he'd turn it around and use the blade on her.

"Beg me!" he said between thrusts with the knife handle.

There were tears running down her face as she closed her eyes and begged, "Please Master... please fuck me!"

"Yes," he moaned, his excitement in his voice. He pulled out the knife and sheathed it. He moved behind her and stroked her aching pussy with the head of his cock.

"Is this what you want slut?" he asked, almost tenderly.

"Yes, Master!" she begged, tears running down her face.

"Tell me what you want," he ordered. "Tell me you want my cock in your pussy!"

"Please, Master," she begged. "I w-want Your c-cock in my p-pussy!"

As she finished the sentence he slammed his cock into her. He reached around again and teased her clit as he pounded into her. Once again her body betrayed her; she could feel the heat building in her groin, then spread across her body like wildfire. She began slamming herself against him, their bodies making the age-old sound of sex, the slapping of flesh.

She cried out as she came, tears streaming down her face in shame.

He laughed cruelly and jerked his cock free even as her body tried to clench around it. "I didn't give you permission to cum!" he cried gleefully and buried himself to the hilt in her ass.

She screamed and bucked, trying to get away from his punishing cock. She'd never had a man in her ass before and it -hurt-. She screamed again and again as he slammed himself into her over and over. 

He put his hand in her hair and pulled back. She was trapped, weeping from the pain.

"Ahh... you're so tight!" he moaned. "You've never had a cock in your ass, have you? I can tell... there's blood on my cock..."

He moaned then and thrust even deeper inside her as he came. He held her to him for a moment then pushed her off his cock. She collapsed on the ground, crying quietly.

She didn't even have the strength to fight him when he finally came over and unlocked her ankles, then her wrists. He threw something at her, a strip of cloth she recognized as her nightgown. 

"Clean yourself up," he growled. "Then get out of here."

She struggled to a sitting position and wiped herself gingerly. The material was soaked with blood and cum.

She looked around. "Wh-where are we? How do I get home?" she struggled to stay calm.

He shrugged and picked up the bag that held his gear and pointed. "If you walk that way, there's a biker bar about ten miles down the road." He looked her up and down. "I bet they'll love to get their hands on you."

"No!" the words were torn from her lips and she drug herself across the clearing to him to grab his leg. "Please, please take me home!"

He shoved her away. "I'm finished with you," he said roughly. "I'm not going the direction you need to go."

"Take me with you, then!" she begged. "Don't leave me here!"

He turned and eyed her. "You want to come with me?" he asked.

"Y-yes," she licked her lips. "P-please M-master. Please take me with You!"

He looked at her quietly, pursing his lips, then he reached in his bag and pulled out a rope. Walking over to her he looped it around her throat two times and looked in her eyes. "You know what this means, don't you?"

"Yes," she whispered. "I'm Your slave, Your property. To be used in whatever way You please. To call You Master, to be trained and punished by You whenever You desire. To be Yours."

"To be Mine," he agreed. He tied off the makeshift collar and pulled her to her feet. He drug her to the car, pulled the blanket out of the trunk and wrapped it around her, then pushed her into the passenger seat of the car. 

"M-m-master?" she asked timidly. "Where are we going?"

He laughed, a carefree sound, and reached over to stroke her cheek.

"Back to your place, slut. I could use a shower." 



Kidnapped!



PART ONE

"H...H..Hi." Sudhir stammered, standing before Priya in front of her house. He bowed down his head slightly and joined his hands, but kept his eyes raised so he could still see her incredibly beautiful face. There was no training oneself for a moment like this. What should one say when they see the Goddess? What is the appropriate greeting? Sudhir had spent hours staring into his mirror, puffing up his chest and saying with a bold voice- "Good afternoon, your highness!" and "I am here to worship you, the Goddess of Infinite Beauty. And submit to you in every possible way. If you would only have me." Long sentence, so he repeated it several times with his voice, then in his head as he drove to her big house.

All that preparation was the equivalent of practicing swimming instructions on a bed. Reality was cold, scary and dangerous. Sudhir needed to go for it, make the attempt. That is the only way to learn.

"Who are you?" Priya asked, spreading a conspicuous frown on her face.

"Hello, Priya. I am Sudhir." He blurted out. His mind screamed at him. 'Hello? HELLO? Did you just greet the Goddess of Infinite Beauty with a 'hello'? What the hell is wrong with you?'

"Sudhir?"

"Y...Yes."

"How can I help you, Sudhir?" Priya asked, folding her hands.

The question threw him off-balance. How can a dominant woman ask such a question? His mind had played all possible scenarios in his head several times over and over again, every day and every night for the past five months, and not once did it play out like this. How can I help you? Madame, I am here to sacrifice my life in your service. Hmm, that was a pretty good thought. Say it. Say it, he told himself.

"S..slave." Sudhir said. Only one word actually came out of his mouth.

"Oh!" Priya said, rolling her eyes. "I don't care." she said and shut the door close with a resounding slam.

Sudhir stared at the patterns in the wooden door, then closed his eyes. He took a deep breath. Then one more. He raised his hands and shook them as hard as he could. He rang the doorbell again.

Priya opened it up after about a minute. "I said I don't care."

"Priya." Sudhir said. "I have come all the way here from Hyderabad just to meet with you. Please give me the courtesy of one little interview. That's all I ask. One interview." He was pleading before the Goddess, but he was smiling inside. He'd finally said it right.

"Oh, alright!" Priya said, opening her door. She walked inside and made for the couch, then sat herself on it. "Close my door," she commanded. Sudhir did.

He then stepped up to the couch. Her glorious mansion was but a blur in his eyes, for all he could see was the Mistress's legs stretch out onto her glass topped tea-table. "Sit." she said, pointing to the floor below her legs. Sudhir knelt down on the floor.

As he looked up to the Goddess, Priya examined him thoroughly. She caught his cheeks, turned his face left and right, but didn't say a single word for several minutes at a stretch, maintaining her frown at the candidate's face. She finally broke the silence. "How did you find out about me?"

"I read the stories written by one of your slaves on MistressPriya.com"

"Oh no!" Priya said. "Did that idiot put out my address on that website?" Priya asked.

"No, actually." Sudhir said. "I went through every Priya in the phone-book and finally found you."

"Okay." Priya nodded. "Now Sudhir, take off all your clothes and keep them in one pile under my feet."

Sudhir felt excited. This was his very first real order. He took off his shirt, pants, his vest and under-pants and knelt back down, stuffing his clothes under Priya's feet.

"Why do you want to be my slave?" Priya asked.

"My supreme Goddess, I love the thought of handing over my life to one dominant, sadistic girl and living a life of servitude according to her whims."

"You think your life would become great if you find such a girl?"

"Life would be very hard. But I would love every moment of it, Goddess." Sudhir said, joining his hands.

"My slaves don't have the right to happiness." Priya said. "Nor do they have the right to eat or sleep or wear clothes. Sometimes, I don't even let them breathe. How can that possibly make you happy?"

"The thought of accepting pain for your pleasure. That is the feeling that I'm willing to live for and die for. I would do anything for you, Mistress."

"So, what makes you think I have an opening?"

"You don't want more slaves?"

"No I don't." Priya said. "Besides, even if you turn out to be a great candidate, you would only get to be a foot slave, nothing more."

"I am willing, Priya." Sudhir said. "Please let me be your foot slave."

"Do you know what the job is?"

"Yes Mistress. I would be responsible for keeping your feet clean by licking them or kissing them. And I would have to accept your kicks to my face whenever you feel like it."

"You have it all memorized." Priya said. "But before I consider you for this job, I want some collateral."

"Why, Priya?"

"Well, I am spending my precious time considering you for this job. So I want you to give me something of value that I can keep, irrespective of whether I accept you or reject you."

Sudhir looked around. "My clothes, under your feet."

"Hmm!" Priya said. "I kick you out, you would be out on the streets naked. That would be good fun, but I want something with more value."

"Priya, my wallet and car keys are in my pants' pocket."

"That is good." Priya said. "It makes sense. I should get a new car just for considering you as my foot slave. Which car are you giving me?" She smiled.

"It's a Tata Safari, my Goddess. Quite a new one, too. You can have it just for considering me." Sudhir gulped.

"But, how will you ever go home? No clothes, no money and no car."

"I am determined to succeed, Priya." Sudhir said. "I will end up as one of your foot slaves. No matter what it takes."

"Is that so?" Priya stood up and pointed to the foot of her couch. "Submit your head there." Sudhir placed his head where she pointed. Priya then placed her foot on his back and closed her eyes. She moved her foot around his back a bit. "I sense a lot of bottled up anger in you, Sudhir."

"What?" Sudhir raised his voice, then calmed himself down. "I mean, how is that possible?"

"I've had thousands of men under these beautiful feet. I would know." Priya said. "Plus, you are one overconfident son of a bitch." Sudhir began to cry, the tears flew out of his eyes with no sign of ever stopping. Things weren't looking good for him at all. His mind began running amok. What if he didn't succeed? How could he possibly go home without his things?

"I have made my decision." Priya said. "You are not good enough to be my foot slave," she declared.

"Please, Priya." Sudhir begged.

"No." Priya said, grabbing her candidate by his ear. She dragged him to her front door and made him sit on all fours at her doorstep. "I said you are not good enough to be my slave. Now get out of my life!" Priya kicked his buttocks as hard as she could, thrusting him towards her front gate.

Sudhir looked around. A few people walked by her house, began to laugh at him. He tried to curl his body into a ball, but that didn't help one bit. He saw his car. His beautiful black SUV now belonged to the Goddess. He contemplated catching the city bus, bus there was no wallet, and no pants to put them in, either. He quickly headed for the neighbor's house. There was a newspaper lying in front of the house. He picked up the paper and covered up his body, at least some of it with the paper. Then, he headed for the group of people laughing at him and got down on his knees, held out his hands and cried. "Spare change, Sir?"

PART TWO

A few days since the interview.

Priya's doorbell rang. "Delivery for Priya," a young man's voice called out.

Priya tossed aside her books and answered the door. "Yes?"

"We have a cake for you ma'am. I'm delivering on behalf of the Daily bread, the big bakery down the street." The delivery man said.

"Oh cool," Priya said. "But who sent me this?"

"The sender chose to remain anonymous ma'am."

"Is that even allowed?" Priya asked. The man nodded. "As long as you get paid, you don't care, huh?" He didn't say a word. "Anyway, where do I sign?"

"Here, ma'am." The guy said, showing a delivery slip on his clipboard.

Priya signed it and took the cake box onto her table. She opened up the box to take a look inside- there lie a rich, creamy chocolate mousse. It was even cut into small pieces for her convenience. She picked up a small piece from the side and put it into her mouth. The taste was just sensational. She picked up another piece and nearly put it into her mouth, when she realized that her door wasn't closed.

Priya stepped towards the door, but suddenly felt her knees going weak. Her vision began to blur; so much that she could barely see where her door was. She wobbled, but caught the wooden door and began to move it so the bright sunlight was shut out. In the process, she saw a figure inside her house. "Hey, get out!" she said.

The figure made its way towards the door and pushed it open. Priya swooned and fell down to the floor. The figure came into her house and stood over her. It then took off the black mask.

"Sudhir?" Priya asked, barely able to keep her eyes open.

"Yes." The man said, gathering Priya's body off the floor.

"You drugged me. Those cakes were drugged!" Priya said.

"I'm sorry. But it needed to be done." Sudhir said, picking up his car keys from the top of her refrigerator, then heading for his black SUV.

Priya tried to scream, but only a quiet "uhhh" came out. Her head got dizzier, as she found herself in the man's arms, unable to resist in any way. She felt her body thrown into the backseat of the car, then the doors shut down on her. Then there was complete darkness.

PART THREE

Several hours passed before Priya was able to wake up. She tried to open her eyes, but it was much too hard. She wanted to bring her hands to her eyes and rub them. How hard could that be? She tried to move her right hand. There was some rough surface against it, blocking all movement. She opened her eyes to see what it was- it was a thick, tight rope strung across a black wooden surface. She looked to her other hand. It was similarly bound to the table. She tried to move her legs, but they were bound too. 

Priya opened her eyes and saw straight before her. It was Sudhir, standing before her with a gun in his hand. "Try to move, and I'll shoot," he said.

"Where am I?" Priya asked, looking around. She was in a tiny room with white walls, and some of the paint was worn off. Large cobwebs infested the ceiling and the room had just one light, an extremely dim one at that.

"In my friend's warehouse." Sudhir said, placing the gun on a table. "I'm sorry that it had to play out this way."

"What do you mean?" Priya asked.

"I came to your house that day, remember? I asked to be your lowly foot slave."

"I remember." Priya said. "And I said no."

"Yes." Sudhir said, banging his hand against the table. "How could you say no? What pleasure do you get from denying me the job?"

"I don't get any kind of pleasure." Priya said, trying again to free her hands. "I could sense that you were a bad person from the moment I saw you."

"Is that so?" Sudhir asked.

"Yes. And look at you. Drugging me and bringing me to a warehouse. Tying me up with ropes. You basically kidnapped me. You are a horrible human being." Priya said. "Evil."

"I know, damn it!" Sudhir said, banging the table again. "I know that I am bad. But what did I ask for, from you? I wanted to kiss your feet. I wanted you to kick me in the face. Because I am bad. You wouldn't even let me have that in my life." Priya glared into his eyes. "What? Do I need to be a saint in my life to be accepted as your slave?"

"No." Priya said. "But you are plain dangerous. That is why I rejected you."

Sudhir bowed down. He then looked straight into Priya's eyes and stepped forward. "I can kiss your lips if I want," he said. She cringed and turned to her left, then her right. "I can kiss your breasts," he said, bringing his lips before her chest. Priya dropped back her head, completely helpless.

"But I won't do any of that." Sudhir said, stepping away. Priya relaxed a bit, her heart pumping harder than ever. "I am going to kiss your feet. That's all I ever wanted to do in my life."

"Go ahead." Priya said. "It's not like I have a choice here."

"Not so fast." Sudhir said, getting down on one knee. "I want you to give me your permission."

"I just did." Priya said. "You forced it out of me."

"I don't want you to feel that way." Sudhir said. "I want you to tell me that I have earned it."

"You haven't." Priya said. Sudhir moved his hands towards the gun on his table. "Oh, alright!" she said. "You have earned the right to kiss my foot."

"That doesn't sound convincing enough." Sudhir said, shrugging.

"Sudhir. You are good enough to kiss the bottom of my left foot. I give you the permission."

"That's better." Sudhir said, grabbing her left foot. He closed his eyes, prayed and kissed the dust in her feet. He then fell down and began to weep tears of joy. "That... that was it. That was everything. Thank you, Priya."

"You can thank me by untying me." Priya said.

"Oh, yes!" Sudhir said, jumping up with a new sense of purpose in his life. He slowly took off the ropes that bound Priya to the wooden stand. Priya shook her hands free while Sudhir bowed down before her, on his knees. "Thank you so much, Goddess."

"You filthy swine." Priya said.

"I am sorry about everything, Priya." Sudhir said. "But like I've always said, I'm willing to do anything for you."

Priya leaned back against the stand. "You're willing to do anything?"

"Yes!"

"Pick up the gun." Priya ordered. Sudhir obeyed instantly. "I think you are an evil man. The world is unsafe because of people like you."

"But I just wanted to kiss your feet, Priya." Sudhir said.

"You were willing to kidnap me just to have your way." Priya said. "I don't think I want the likes of you to be alive."

"Tell me what to do, Priya." Sudhir said, falling down like a sack.

"Hold the gun to your head." Priya said. Sudhir cocked his gun and held it above his ear. "Now pull the trigger."



Kidnapped?!?



Master was always good to me – full of plans and always willing to push me further, to find out if and what my limitations were.  I gave to him freely, thriving on his control and power over me.  At 5 feet 10 inches I was not the usual dainty submissive.   But Max, my Master, stood at 6 feet 4 inches his muscular frame dwarfing me.  His raven hair the exact opposite of my golden blond locks.  We were yin and yang in harmony together.

This was to be the birthday surprise of my life…

Many times Master and I had talked about different scenarios to broaden my mind and increase our pleasure.  I trusted him, and he took me to heights I had never attained before.  Sometimes the fear he created in me was a greater aphrodisiac than any physical act.  In his hands I could be moulded and taken to greater and greater heights of pleasure.  I like this new person I was becoming – I liked it a whole lot.

It was late May and my birthday was rushing closer at breakneck speed.  I knew Master had planned something special for me and I was excited and nervous at the same time, and overwhelmed with a longing to find out what it was that was in store for me.  No mention was ever made of it and Master categorically refused to be drawn into any conversation that even vaguely sounded like I may mention my birthday.

Eventually the day of my birthday arrived.  Off I went to work slightly disappointed.  Had Master forgotten, was I being punished for my excitement?  The day was hot and humid and made me feel as lank as my work colleagues appeared to be in our hot and stifling office.  Lunchtime came and went and the hands on the clock began to look as though they were moving backward.  But eventually it was time to pack up for the day and drag my tired, disappointed and weary self back home to await my Masters return.

I began to walk across the street and into the park.  I plodded onward in a world of my own as I crossed the park and over the rickety bridge over the stream.  On any other day I would have enjoyed my walk home.  But today was not just any other day; I had no inclination to sit under a tree and watch people passing by.  Nor did I dabble my hot tired feet in the icy cold water.  I just solemnly kept putting one foot in front of the other as I made my way up the grassy bank and down the other side, where the underpass met the road.

It was always dark and dank in the underpass and the coolness soothed me as I made my way toward the light and the road at the other end of the tunnel.  I began to hum to myself, half heartedly kicking a pebble ahead of me.  In the distance I could hear children playing and chattering together and glanced over my shoulder, as their voices appeared to draw nearer.  While my back was turned another voice came to me.  “Your Master sent me to collect you.”  I made to turn but the man’s hands turned me so I could not see him, he firmly steered me ahead of him his hard fingers biting into my back.  I hesitated briefly only to be pushed forward impatiently by the man.  “Don’t make a fuss now” he said.  We drew up to the side of his van, where I was told to wait while he unlocked the rear doors.  When this was done he would move out of my eye-line to allow me to get into the van.  I tentatively opened the door and stooped to make my way inside.  While I began to step in I was shoved hard in the back and landed spread eagle on the floor of the van on what appeared to be a pile of old and musty smelling carpet.

I raised myself on my hands to voice my objection to be greeted by two pairs of hands pushing me back down!  What was happening?  My heart began to pound frantically against my ribs.  Terror and excitement began to build inside me.  Had Master really sent this – no - these men to fetch me to him?  I lay motionless while the hands held me down, my cheek grazed against the rough carpet.  The men began to move; dread and fear seeped through me as I felt a hood being slipped over my face while the other man tied my hands roughly behind my back.  “Now keep still” one of the men barked at me, as I heard him sit back down and felt him place his feet on my back.  His boots were hard and his feet heavy, and the journey seemed to be endless.  The van was silent but for the drone of the engine and the pounding of my heart.  I was in pain; my full breasts were crushed against the metal floor of the van.  The carpet was still chafing at my face; every bump in the road seemed to be amplified to the nth degree.

How much time passed I do not know.  The road seemed to have given way to a rough track the sound of traffic far behind us.  Where were we going?  What would become of me?  The van stopped, and I heard the driver get down from the cab and after some moments the rear door of the van was flung open.  Pain speared my eyes as the sunlight flooded in.  Hands grabbed at my ankles as I was dragged out of the back of the van and I was pulled upright but someone roughly grabbing at my hair.   A sinister voice rasped quietly in my ear,  “If you scream I will cut you.”  Panic rushed over me in a fierce wave.  My knees began to shake my breaths coming in rough snatches.  I felt the tip of something cold and sharp in the small of my back and I was pushed on forward into what I did not know.  I felt weak with fear, almost at the point of collapse and hysteria, when softly I heard a familiar voice.  “How do you like the surprise your Master planned for you?”  I felt tears burn as they pooled at the edge of my lids, my lips trembling in relief.

I was led further forward, sensing that Master was at my side.  “Trust in me and obey and you will come to no harm” he said.  We stopped after a while and I felt my hands being untied, pricking as the blood rushed back to my deprived fingers.  I felt relief but it was to be short lived.  I felt ropes again being tied.  This time my arms were tied out stretched, taught enough to be mildly uncomfortable.  Taught enough to make me excited as I began to anticipate what would happen next.  Once my arms were secured I felt hands at my ankles, pulling my legs apart and ropes being tied.  I was as stretched as I could be now.  My full breasts were jutting at the fabric of my blouse and I was completely vulnerable.  The thrill of excitement began to ripple through me.

“Don’t move,” he said, “I wont cut you if you are obedient.”  I felt hands grab at my skirt; my knees trembled as I heard the knife pierce the fragile material.  My light summer skirt drifted to my feet and lay in tatters on the floor.  Then I felt the rough hands pawing at my blouse, flinching as I heard the buttons ping free as the cotton securing them was cut.  A cold chill went through me than as I felt the blade of the knife trace oh so lightly down my throat, between my breasts and down over my belly.  Trembling with anticipation as I felt the blade slip down onto one hip and then the other as sides of my g-string were cut.

Nearly naked and vulnerable I stood outstretched feeling a breeze playing across my nipples and hearing the rustling of trees.  Where was I?  I came back to the reality of my situation with a jolt as I felt hot breath on my neck as my hair was pushed away from my neck.  Master laughed wickedly at me “Scared you did I?” he asked.  I nodded too scared to speak for fear that my voice would falter and give me away.  I began to shiver as the breeze picked up a little and blew softly around me, caressing my skin and teasing at my nipples.

Roughly my hair was snatched away from my neck and I felt Master twine it around his arm.  I yelped as he held it tight and pulled my head to one side.  The sharpness of his actions immediately quenched as I felt his lips glide over my neck.  The tip of his tongue tracing down across my shoulder, first one side and then the next.  My pussy began to throb as his tongue tuned me in to his hunger for me, and to my need for him.  As he kissed at my neck his large hand slid up over my belly to cup my left breast, his thumb brushing back and forth over my ever-hardening nipple.  I moaned with pleasure as I leaned myself into him as much as my restraints would allow.  The increasing tension on my arms and legs adding to my pleasure as I felt all my sinews pull taught.

I longed for him to touch me – to discover how wet my longing for him had made me.  I ached to feel him inside me.  To speak those words would only incense him.  Tacit obedience was what he required from me.  Master kissed my throat harder now, so much that I could feel my pulse bounding against his mouth, his hard fingers tweezing and pinching my nipple.  I felt my pussy flooding with my increasing excitement, throbbing harder as I clenched my muscles to try to contain the effect he was having on me.  But it was to no avail I moaned louder with increasing pleasure.  My primal hunger for him growing by the second.

He stepped away from me and my heart almost stopped.  Where had he gone?  I could hear nothing, and I felt only the cool evening breeze playing over my aching body.  Seconds passed, and then seconds more.  Just when I thought that I had been completely abandoned I felt his hot breath on my nipple as he drew it slowly into his mouth.  He stood in front of me now, working my nipple between his lips and teeth, flicking over it rapidly with his tongue, knowing that it would bring me right to the edge. I moaned louder impatient for him to give me my release.  He slowly let my nipple slip from his lips tracing his tongue down over my belly and round my navel.  His hot breath felt as though it would burn through me.  Then he stood and straightened, I felt his large buckle press against my belly as he stood against me.  My breasts were heaving against him, my lips parted in anticipation.  The hood obscured him from my sight and I was deprived of seeing his hunger for me.  I closed my eyes and thought about the taste of his kisses.  My breathing getting more rapid as I imagined what would happen now.  My unspoken question was now to be answered.  I felt heat and wetness against my mouth; Master was tracing the line of my lips with his tongue through the material of the hood.  I opened my lips to kiss him back, feeling his mouth press against mine as our mouths fought the hood to find each other.

He pulled the hood of fast the sunlight dazzling me.  And kissed me hard and hungrily now.  As we kissed his hand slid between my legs, gliding between my glistening lips and opening then with his fingers.  I pressed my face against aching to serve him, aching for him to use me in whichever way he saw fit, whispering “I want you Master.”  He instructed me to close my eyes – I did as I was bidden.  My mind racing around trying to predict what he wanted of me.  The silence was suffocating – I could hear nothing.  Then I felt him against my back.  His tongue dancing over my shoulders again as I heard the sound of his zip undoing.  The anticipation was building – I now knew he stood naked behind me.  Then nothing – then his hand gliding between my legs again.  “My-my you are a wanton slut aren’t you?” - his touch and voice sending jolts of desire through me.  “I am your slut Master” I replied.  “Use me as you will.”

“I have every intention of doing just that,” he said as he slapped my ass hard making me wince.  I rose up onto tiptoe as the stinging pierced me, and softly glided back down as I felt his finger marks rise up on the skin of my ass.  He came in close again and I felt his scorching breath on the back of my neck.  His hand slid down over my red ass gently smoothing over the welt of his slap.  He let his nails graze it as a warning that if I were impudent again I would feel his anger.  Probing deeper now his fingers once again found my slippery slit.  Gliding over the opening and then slipping a finger inside me and then another.  Fingering me slowly as his thumb worked back and forth over my throbbing clit, and rubbing his now hard cock against my thighs as he did so.   Rapidly he withdrew his fingers and painted on my lips with his slick fingers, my lips opening to receive them as I licked them clean.  As I sucked and licked his fingers clean I felt his slowly slip an inch of his large veiny cock into my pussy.  I fought my bonds to lean back onto his cock.  I wanted to feel every inch of him deep inside me.  Slowly he fed a little more into me with every slow languorous stroke.  At last he took hold of my hips and pulled me back hard onto him as I felt him deep inside me the head of his cock against my cervix.  He held me fast against him, impaled on his manhood.

His mouth pressed close to my ear again and he said “Now it is time for you birthday surprise, shut your eyes and don’t open them until you are given permission.”  I closed my eyes tight, the anticipation taking my breath away.  I felt hands on my.  Soft hands, small hands.  Tracing all over my hypersensitive skin.  The soft silky skin against my breasts of a face that would never bare stubble.  She took my nipples into her mouth one at a time pinching them softly between her teeth as Master slowly worked his cock in and out of me.  Then I felt her hot breath travelling down my aching body.  Oh my God! She was on her knees before me.  I felt her open her mouth and surround my pussy drawing it into her mouth, sucking on it kissing it.  I stood there trapped between Masters thrusting cock and the woman’s hot mouth.  Her tongue explored my outer lips, sliding over them to my inner lips.  Taking each one in turn she sucked them into her mouth flicking her tongue over them, I moaned as I felt them gorge with blood making them swell and become ever more sensitive.

Pressed between them I had no room to move.  I was completely at their mercy as they began to synchronise their movements.  The whirling tongue of a woman dancing over my clit now as Master gave me long hard strokes with his huge cock.  Harder and faster they worked.  My clit aching as it swelled further into her hungry mouth, ready to explode as she sucked it and flicked it round and round.  Her frenzied licking now mounting in time with Master as he fucked me harder and harder, faster and faster.  The orgasm was building relentlessly inside me.  Every nerve jangled with my want and need to cum.  “Master please,” I whispered “let me cum.”  I begged and pleaded twice more until finally he said, “Take your release.”  With those words I closed my eyes and gave over to the sensations overwhelming my body.  I arched my hips pressing my pussy back hard onto Masters’ cock and forcing my clit further into the woman’s mouth.  The tension built harder and faster with every stroke and circle of her tongue.  My pussy began to clamp down involuntarily gripping Masters cock harder than ever.  He moaned and grunted into my ear as he drew close to his ending. I threw back my head moaning at first then yelling as the orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave.  Master shooting into my pussy as I squirted my own cum over the face of the unknown woman.  Each hot spurt of cum sending tremors coursing through my body, as I came and came again.

Slowly we began to ease down.  All of us panting two of us spent.  The other nothing more than an assistant for my pleasure.  Master stepped away from me and came round in front.  “Lick her face clean.”  He ordered and pushed her face up to mine.  I licked her thoroughly until there was no trace of my juices left on her face.  Then she was dismissed and got into the back of the van.  Master took the knife and cut my bonds freeing me and lovingly massaging my arms and legs back into life.  Then he turned and took something from off a tree branch, it was a new dress.  He helped me into it and zipped it up in back.

Then he stepped back and looked at me admiringly and said  “Happy Birthday.”  With that he took me by the hand and led me to the van and I sat up front with him all the way home.  Leaving the van keys to his friend to take the woman home, he led me inside and gave me the ritual cleansing bath in fragranced oils.  As I lay back in the soothing hot water I wondered……

Would my next birthday ever match up to this?



Kidnapped!



You know sometimes when you want something it's hard to stop thinking about it? I'm way too well bought up to go into details, but you know what I am talking about. Sometimes when I'm out walking on the street and look at all the guys that are out there, I think it's very cruel. I'm single and I'm over 50 but it doesn't mean that I don't have needs... and I'm greedier than most. And I don't like being ignored!

Perhaps one fine, sunny day I'll borrow a car from a mate, even better rent a big, shiny, fuck off, open top, red cruising machine. Start driving around to check out hot guys as I kerb crawl and cat call - some laugh but won't come near me; others shout over that I'm disgusting and turn away. 

Maybe just maybe I might end up near where you live or work. You might be out shopping, headed off to the gym... maybe going for a beer in Greenwich town. Suddenly you hear a low wolf whistle. You turn round to find that I am giving you the eye. I beckon you over and you come towards me laughing, eyes fixed on my ample cleavage. I unlock the passenger door and wait. You are shocked but you can't resist me.

So you get in.

I put my foot down and drive. I can be a crap driver at times, so you tremble as I talk to you. Asking a bit about you... where you live and what you do as I put my hand into your shirt and tease your nipples with my fingertips. 

As my hand moves on down to play with your zip I have to stop for a red light. You pray no one in the bus pulled up alongside will look down. But you can't stop me stroking and fondling you because I won't take any notice of your weak protests - none whatsoever. As the lights change the driver behind gives me the horn. I sit up and kangaroo hop down the road.

You're a bit scared but by now I have you. I just keep driving and coming on to you big time. You shoot your mouth off like a little boy, telling me where you live and work, where you like to hang out... never thinking of the lethal danger you are putting yourself in.

We end up on the street outside my place. I get out of the car and go up the path to my front door. I open it and stand looking at you. Wondering if you are going to leg it or come in. You have an erection so big that you would get arrested if you walk away. You know you have to do something about it. There's no way it'll go down on its own.

So you follow me upstairs into my flat. Bedroom's on the left. You're right behind me. You see there is a large mirror alongside the bed and a computer with a webcam in front of it. The thought of what I might do doesn't enter your mind as I tear your clothes off. Then turn the webcam on before taking you and taking you. 

You start getting tired and ask to rest. But I have no mercy on you at all. It just keeps on coming and coming, from all angles. As you start begging me to stop it at last dawns on you that you are being filmed while you are on the job. You start fighting to get away but I won't let you and straddle you again. As you struggle I slide you on to you one more time and you just can't help yourself. You start pumping again as your eyes are drawn to the action on the monitor. 

You love watching the sight of a great big woman on top of you... squashing you as she wraps her big thighs around you with her great big breasts bouncing in time with your thrusts. Your fingers sinking into the mounds of her snowy white butt cheeks as you keep pounding. 

You have the fleeting thought that you could fuck the folds in me if you want to. Imagining your cock sliding in between my oiled breasts makes you begin to throb even harder and you dare to ask me if I will permit this. And I do.

Finally even I get tired and we fall asleep together. You realise that this really should stop while you still have a chance – and you prise yourself from under me to get dressed and leave while you can. 

But as you start to put your clothes on, my hand grabs your ankle and trips you up. You fall back down on top of me. I roll over trapping you under me one more time. Wrapping my big thighs round you so you are held tight, I take your wilting fuckstick in my hand; and pump it up. Then force it inside me to the hilt. You give in because you know there's no escape, and I take you again one last time before I give you permission to leave.

And as you get dressed virtually on your knees from exhaustion, I take pity on you and ask if you'd like a shower before you go. I fix you some food to help you get your strength back, and allow you to go to sleep on my sofa for a while once you've eaten.

You're vaguely aware of the doorbell going and hear me go to answer it. It's my friend Scarlett, so I ask her up for a coffee. She takes one look at your exhausted figure and rolls her eyes. "Not another one Purple" she says. "Was he any good?" "Not bad and has lots of energy – he's well fit", I reply. You can't believe what you are hearing next as Scarlett says... "Mind if I give him a try?" and think you are dreaming as I nod my agreement.

The next thing you know is you are back on that bed again being taken and taken by Scarlett, and she is an even bigger girl than I am, so there is no way you can escape. You are our prisoner. 

Dimly aware that I am watching and masturbating as well as filming the action, you just give in and go with the flow. You hear me egging Scarlett on as she keeps riding you and riding you, before the two of us switch over and I am back on top of you again with Scarlett filming in close up.

When we've finally got bored with taking turns at taking you, I allow you to get dressed and out of the kindness of my heart drive you home. I finally drop you off and you crawl into your bed, and later when you wake up you wonder if you dreamed this. But your dick is so sore from humping you know you didn't, and the next day you tell your best buddy who doesn't believe you.

But you never think about what I have on you now.

Until the blackmail threats begin.

A few days later when you are sorting the post out at work you find a letter addressed to you. You wonder what it is as it's obviously personal and open it.

Inside is a photograph. It's a close up shot of your nipple with my tongue licking it. There are purple and scarlet lipstick kiss marks smearing across your chest. Nothing else except a mobile phone number written on the back.

You're frozen in your seat and have gone so white a colleague asks if you're OK. You're unable to answer. You know you are in serious trouble now. You don't know what to do so you wait. And as a week passes with nothing else, you relax thinking perhaps you were just supposed to call me. You don't want to. Enough is enough.

Then one day at work in the luxury apartment block you help take care of, the phone rings and there is an outraged resident on the line asking you to go and sort out something that is happening in the gym. You check the CCTV to find there is a very large woman swimming and cavorting naked in the swimming pool. You tremble as you wonder how I got in.

You daren't call the police to help you so you go down there alone. When you see me I simply climb out of the pool and stand in front of you whispering ..."Next time I tell you to call, you do it or else". Then I reach into your shirt and gently tweak your nipple before I get dressed and quietly leave.

You are totally in my power now. There is no escape and you know it. So you wait wondering what is going to happen next.

A few weeks go by and you are just starting to think I've picked up some other poor sod and stop worrying. Then a small package arrives at your home. Inside it is a flash drive labelled with the same mobile phone no as before. You start shaking as you plug it in your laptop to find some clips of the action you experienced at my place. 

First you hear squelching noises as you see my hand working a dildo in and out between my legs in unison with your thrusts into Scarlett, who is squealing and moaning like a bitch on heat. Enormous breasts bounce across the monitor and ample thighs wobble as you go on pumping and pumping each of us alternately. As you continue to watch long, drawn out sucking noises begin. You can't help getting hard as you watch remembering that other thing we kept doing to you, and just how damn good it felt. Soon you have to cover your ears so you can't hear those sucking noises going on and on and on, interspersed by your moans of pleasure – and your pleas not to stop when we swop over!

You call me like you were supposed to the first time, and I ask for a lot of money which you don't have. So I threaten to send some photos to your boss, your friends and your family, because I know everything there is to know about you. 

You break down and plead asking for time. So I give you seven days to get some cash warning you that I won't wait longer than that, and that you are to bring it to my flat on Friday evening in a week's time when I will be waiting for you.

The appointed day arrives and sure enough you are there bang on time. But you don't have all the dosh I asked for. Tears start to prick your eyes as you beg me, and after telling you to go and get a loan for the rest I finally have mercy on you saying there is another way you can pay this debt off right now, then there will be no more come back. After begging me some more you reluctantly agree to my terms.

First I tell you to call your friends and cancel your plans for the weekend. I tell you to call your mum and say you won't be with her for Sunday lunch. You whinge that your mum's cooking is second to none, but in the end you do as I tell you. You've no choice and you know resistance is futile.

Then you find yourself naked and back on that bed again, with me beside you saying that I am going to "train" you. Then things happen to you that you never dreamed would, and you just can't help yourself – you love it. You want more and more until finally I tell you to rest because you need to get your strength up. You drift off to sleep thinking that maybe all this isn't so bad after all.

You wake up to find me standing in the room with another woman – we are looking at you, and you start to get worried. I leave and the other woman takes her clothes off and gets on the bed with you. You try to fight her off as she starts fondling you. She calls out to complain and I come back and remind you that you still owe me big time. This debt HAS to be paid back. As the woman leaves the room an hour or so later she gives me some money. You see me count it and smile.

This woman is the first of many who have you over the weekend. You quickly lose count of them, but are vaguely aware that they are friends and acquaintances that I've invited round. Sometimes groups of women come in to discuss your performance in detail as they watch each other with you, and film the activities. You see a lot of money changing hands and realise this is how I want you to pay me back - by being used endlessly for sex by my mates who pay for the experience.

Occasionally I bring you food and allow you to shower and rest. The first time this happens I am surprised that you don't thank me for this consideration and say that I think you should thank my friends for having you when they are done with you. I warn you of the consequences if you forget your manners – saying that you need to toe the line and obey me if you want this to be over by the end of the weekend.

By Sunday evening I think that if you don't show for work tomorrow someone might start looking for you. So I debrief you about the weekend's events. You are to speak to nobody about what has happened or else retribution will be swift and severe. Your life will be in ruins.

I sit you in front of my computer and show you some film footage. It is very obvious that you loved being used for sex by us. The expression on your face says it all. You ask me to turn the speakers off as you listen to yourself begging for more. I ask you what your family, friends and work colleagues would think of the film and say that they don't have to know. It's our little secret.

Then I give you the money for a taxi home and let you go.



Kidnapped!!!



I feel that have the perfect life. I am educated, employed, financially secure - and best of all - married to a beautiful, wonderful woman. We have a nice little house in the country, and we both teach at a very prestigious private high school. Macy teaches College Prep School Biology, and I teach College Prep Chemistry at the same school. 

Macy and I met in college and married soon after we graduated and we were both virgins on our wedding night. She is smart and pretty and demurely affectionate. If there was anything less than perfect about her, it was the fact that she kept a very tight rein on her emotions. Serious, insecure, and uptight, Macy even dresses very conservatively, and it was only for those too-brief moments when her hair was out of the bun and she was naked, that I could appreciate the true beauty that she was. Her insecurities even affect her professional life because other teachers have been promoted around her as she remained docile and submissive to the administration. 

One weekend, I found out that Macy's bottled-up emotions took a toll on her, and when the dam finally broke, it had shocking results. 

Teaching high school, I am familiar with teens going through their rebellious stage. It's a fact of life for me, and I do everything I can to make the teenager's angst as painless as possible, while still teaching my subject. Also, teaching at a good, and very expensive, private school, meant cooperating with the parents as much as possible. One troubled teen was a beautiful girl named Cassandra. She has, as her name suggests, beauty like the sun, with a body that wouldn't quit and beautiful, soft, long flowing blond hair.

Cassandra was 18 and in the midst of a powerful revolt against her very wealthy parents. Big contributors to the school, her parents asked for and received cooperation from everyone on the staff. Looking back on that spring, I realized that I made a mistake by getting too involved with Cassandra and her family. 

Part of the phase Cassandra was going through was in selecting "wild" boyfriends. Her latest was a biker, years older than her, and someone we all assumed (correctly) was heavily into drugs and a lot of other wicked things. 

Just before final exams in the spring, Cassandra ran away from home. For whatever reason, she showed up at our door several days later, hungry and broke, and spening several nights with Macy and me. We helped her get through exams and finally talked her into returning home. 

About a week after Cassandra left, I got a call from her boyfriend. He made it clear that if he ever heard of me touching her again that he would kill me. He further threatened to get even somehow for what I had done with his "old lady". In a near panic, I tried to assure him that nothing had happened between Cassandra and me and that my wife had been with us the entire time. I don't think he listened to me at all. 

Several weeks passed. School let out for the summer and Macy and I prepared for our vacation. We planned a long weekend away over the Fourth of July and couldn't wait to leave as soon as Macy's summer school class was being dismissed at noon on Friday. I had the car packed and ready to go when she pulled into the driveway. We had a light lunch and piled into the car to hit the road. 

I had driven perhaps a mile when I suddenly felt the cold steel of a gun barrel being pressed against my neck. A guy who looked very much like a large, nasty biker was in the back seat of the car and was very serious about what he would do to us if I didn't do exactly as he ordered. 

He told me to drive and, following his instructions, we drove for almost an hour, far out into the country. We turned off the road and into a rutted trail and our kidnapper told us to stop next to a van parked there and to get out. Another, even larger biker climbed out of the van, pointing a sawed-off shotgun at us. The first guy put our hands behind our backs and handcuffed us. Then he put silver duct tape on our mouths and he blindfolded us. They pushed us into the back seat of our car and tied our feet to the sides and then drove, for what seemed like hours, before stopping the car and pulling us out. 

When we stopped and were pushed out, all I could tell was that we were in a huge garage of some kind. It was obviously used to repair automobiles and motorcycles, as there were several of each sitting around in the process of being worked on. The first biker shoved us down on an old school-bus bench in the corner, leaving us handcuffed. He further secured us by running a long chain through our arms and padlocking it to the heavy workbench behind the bus seat. 

Macy and I were both terrified, neither of us knowing exactly what to expect. I assumed that the bikers were friends of Cassandra's boyfriend and I was very sorry I didn't call the police after his threatening phone call. For all I knew, the idiot would kill us both. When the two bikers returned, they were accompanied by what appeared to be the members of some kind of motorcycle gang. 

There were about a dozen people. All dressed in typical biker gear, the men's ages ran from the mid-20's, up into the late 40's or even late 50's. Two of the girls looked young, maybe 18 to 20, and the other two were into their 40's. 

The first biker walked over to us and introduced himself as "Dirtbeard". My worst fear came true as he told us he was, indeed, Cassandra's "old man". He was quite proud of his kidnapping and explained to the others that he was going to make me wish I had never fucked his "Casey". 

"What's the slut's name?" Dirtbeard asked another biker, rifling Macy's purse. 

"Her name is Macy." It was Cassandra - Casey. She was walking into the garage, dressed like the rest of the group in dirty jeans and a denim sleeveless jacket. 

Dirtbeard put his arm around Casey's waist and glared down at me, "Hell man, I told you, you would be hearing from me. I wasn't about to forget that you fucked my old lady." (He ignored me as I was frantically shaking my head!) "I'm not sure yet what I'll do with you, yet, but one thing's for sure - I'm going to have a crack or two at your little slut, here, before I turn her loose." With a smile, he raised his heavy boot and kicked me in the shoulder. I saw stars. 

He unlocked the chain and grabbed Macy. His friend wrapped the chain around my chest and the workbench leg a few times and re-locked the padlock. Dirtbeard pulled Macy to the center of the garage's open floor, holding her in front of his friends. She tried to pull out of his grasp, but he slapped her across the face and she stood still. 

"This is a slut cunt, and what do we do with a slut cunt?" he asked, loudly. 

"Fuck it!" shouted one of the men. 

"Any damn thing we want," said one particularly large, bearded man who looked strong enough to live up to his words. He was older than the rest of the other men and had "OTTO" tattooed on his bare arm. 

Dirtbeard began to strip Macy of her clothes, but stopped when given a better idea by one of the women. 

"Make her strip for us!" an older, fat bitch shouted. 

"Hell, yeah... take 'em off, little whore. Show us your naked slut body," ordered Dirtbeard as he moved away from Macy, leaving her standing in the center of the floor, trembling from fear. 

Macy did as they ordered, slowly removing her white summer suit, blouse, full slip, bra, pantyhose and panties, and letting down her long, brown hair until she was standing there, stark naked in front of the whole group. Her fear and submissive nature were such a part of her that she made no effort to cover her breasts or her pussy, but simply stood before them and listened with embarrassment as they commented on her naked body. 

Not surprisingly, it met with the men's approval. At thirty- seven, Macy had a terrific body. She was 5'10" and weighed about 120 pounds. I knew her bra size was 36-D and I guessed her other measurements at about a 25-inch waist and 36-inch hips. Her legs were long and very shapely, and her big, round breasts had only just begun to sag - and on her, it looked sexy. 

"Whooo-eee! Look at those titties!" 

"Who'd a guessed a bod like that was hidin' under all dem clothes?" 

One of the bikers pushed the big woman who had yelled for Macy to strip, out in front of him and pulled open her blouse, showing Macy her tits. They were mammoth and sagged to her navel. 

"These are tits, babe... those little nubs of yours ain't even big enough to see!" he taunted, bringing a hearty laugh from the others. He pushed his woman up to Macy and took Macy's hands and placed them on the woman's breasts as he continued to taunt her. "Feel these tits, slut. See how her nipples get hard and long? She loves pussy just as much as the guys here do, and so do the rest of the women. You like pussy? You better... cause you're gonna be staring at a lot of it while you're here!" 

"Enough of this bullshit talk! I want to fuck the slut!" hissed Dirtbeard, pulling Macy away from the now excited, half-naked woman and pushing her over to an old sedan which was parked near the center of the garage. He shoved her up against it and bent her over the hood so that her ass was exposed and pushed out toward him. Reaching down to a drain pan nearby he covered his hand with automobile oil and spread it over my wife's ass, being sure to get plenty on her asshole. Then roughly, and with no compassion at all, he took his hard cock from his pants and shoved it up Macy's ass and began fucking her hard against the cold steel fender of the old car. 

We all could hear Macy scream through the duct tape on her mouth. I felt my stomach flip and wanted to throw up, but I fought it down, afraid I'd kill myself getting sick while gagged. 

In a very short time, Dirtbeard shot his load up Macy's ass and another biker immediately took his place, smearing more oil on her naked tits and stomach, before shooting his load of cum into my sweet wife. 

I watched as they took turns with Macy, fucking her up the ass or in her cunt, whichever they chose, over and over again. She cried and whimpered into the tape, but she never gave them any resistance, realizing, I'm sure, that it was fruitless to do so. But, to my sheer and utter amazement, after about four of the bikers had shot their loads into her, she began to become excited and was actually grinding her ass back on the dicks that pushed themselves into her holes. I couldn't believe what I was seeing!  

The women watched it all, cheering their men on as they pounded their cocks into the submissive and oil-covered slut. When the men had all spent themselves, some of them having fucked Macy three times, the women took over and pushed Macy into the back seat of the old car, ripped the tape off her mouth, and took their turns with her. They rubbed their naked tits over her oily skin and pressed their pussies into her mouth until they came loudly and moved away for the next woman to have her turn. 

As they were waiting their turn with Macy, they joked about her technique. "She loves it! It was her first pussy and what she lacked in style, she made up for in enthusiasm. There's no doubt that she likes it." 

"Damn right she does! She had her tongue so deep up my snatch that I thought it was going to come out my throat!" leered another woman. 

When they were all done, the group drifted away to somewhere out of sight and earshot, leaving just Dirtbeard and Casey in the garage with us. 

Dirtbeard pulled Macy out of the backseat and tied her arms to the door of the car. Then he took a black leather case out of his jacket pocket, removed a hypodermic needle and injected something into Macy's arm. Before he walked away he instructed Casey to clean the oil off of her body. Casey had taken her turn with Macy, too, and there was no doubt in my mind that she had enjoyed it. She was gentle in washing the oil from Macy's naked body, and I could tell that Macy was even now responding to the touch of the pretty, eighteen-year-old's hands on her body. 

When Dirtbeard came back to our part of the garage, he found Casey kissing Macy deeply on the mouth and laughed at the sight. 

"You like the little whore, do you Casey? Good, we'll keep her around for a while, then. Here, give her some of this," he sneered, handing Casey a half full vodka bottle. 

Casey held the bottle to Macy's lips and when Macy balked at drinking from it, Dirtbeard grabbed a fistful of her hair and held her head while Casey poured it into her mouth. She gagged on the first mouthful, but soon they established a rhythm, feeding her just enough at a time to keep her from gagging. At first I thought they were going to pour the rest of the bottle into her, but they stopped short by a couple of mouthfuls, sharing those between themselves. Still, I knew that they had given her enough to make her very drunk, if not sick. I hoped she could hold it. 

It didn't take long for the effect of the vodka and whatever drug he used on her to set in, and when it did, even in my situation, I had to chuckle at Macy. She seemed to lose any fear of her situation and began giggling and talking about how much she loved to fuck. Dirtbeard and Casey loved the effect the 100-proof drink and the drug were having on her, and he sent Casey to get the others to see the little slut in her drunken condition. She was babbling away when Casey returned with several of the others. 

"Shit... I like... I like to fuck! Peter... tha's my husband, over there, he doesn't think I like it so much...I play hard to get, and he gives up...ya know how big his cock is? It is bigger than any of youse cocks here...his cock is HUGE!! It is at least 15 inches!!! I just wish that he would fuck me with it more than he does, cause I LOVE TO FUCK!!! My hole doesn't hardly... shit... my hole doesn't like... sometimes, my hole doesn't like to be fuckin' empty! No sir!" She stammered drunkenly. Her observers smiled broadly at the lewd comments coming from her mouth and a very attractive and slim girl named Denise, who I guessed to be about 19 walked up to Macy and began to finger her pussy as she stood there naked, tied to the car door. 

"Yeah! Do it to me! I wish you could shove your whole hand in me, I don't care!" 

I'd never seen Macy like this, and, in addition to it being amusing, it was also pretty exciting. She had never talked lewdly before, but in this drunken/drugged state she was being especially nasty. She was saying words I wasn't sure she had even heard before. Soon, there was another woman, older, playing with Macy's tits and kissing her deeply on the mouth, temporarily shutting off the flow of dirty words that poured from her. 

A couple of others were now kneeling in front of Macy, looking to see just how many fingers Denise was plunging into Macy's hole. They encouraged Denise to keep adding fingers, and in between kisses from the big breasted woman, who couldn't seem to keep her tongue out of Macy's mouth, Macy encouraged her as well, daring her to fill her hole up with more and more of her hand. 

I couldn't see well enough from my position on the bus seat to tell how close Denise was to putting it all in, but when she did get her whole hand in it was certainly not hard to tell. 

"It's in!" shouted one of the men. "She got the whole fuckin' thing in there! Look at her wrist sticking out of the slut's cunt like a stallion's dick!" 

Macy was lost in drugged passion, hunching her hips downward as hard as possible on the arm that was being shoved up into her body and moaning hotly at the sensations in her cunt. The young girl continued to plunge her fist in and out of Macy's dripping hole, twisting and turning her arm from time to time as if testing to see just what she could do in Macy's pussy. 

One of the men, kneeling in front, watching, took the girl's arm in his hand and began to help her fuck Macy by pushing her arm upward and pulling it back, just as if it were a big dildo he was using. 

By now, there was quite a crowd, and several of the men were now sitting around on the floor with their cocks out, stroking them as they watched Macy being fisted. They didn't go un-noticed by the "new" Macy, and she blurted out her appreciation. "Look at all the cocks!" she moaned, drunkenly. "Damn, I love a good hard cock!" 

Dirtbeard untied the ropes holding Macy to the car door, and pushing the other women away from the babbling Macy, pushed her to her knees on the floor. "You want some hard cock, little slut? Crawl over here and get you some. The boys will be glad to feed you!" 

The teenager who had been fisting Macy was watching with passion still in her eyes and began stripping off her clothes and pretty soon Casey was helping her. 

In the meantime, Macy had begun to crawl across the rough and dirty concrete floor toward the men who were now urging her on with taunting comments. 

"Come and get it slut!" 

"Here little pussy... here little pussy." 

In her drunken state, Macy made her wobbly way across the floor, and she was soon gobbling on one of the men's big dicks as if she had been starving for cum all day long. In almost no time, he was shooting his load into her mouth and was pushing her head over to the man next to him, who then shoved his meat into her mouth. 

This continued until she finished sucking off the fourth man in their little circle and then she passed out, falling onto her back on the floor. There were still men who had not shot their cum into her mouth, however, and they simply knelt over her still body and pushed their cocks into her mouth until they had emptied their balls. 

She was out for an hour or so, and while she was unconscious Dirtbeard handcuffed her left ankle to a nearby post and left her there, lying on the floor. 

When she came to, Macy tried her best to crawl, but was unable to drag her naked body more than a few feet in any direction, because of the handcuffs on her ankle. I felt for her, and wanted more than anything in the world to be able leave and to clean her up and get her off the cold floor, but there was nothing I could do. 

Exhausted by the rough treatment, the drugs and the booze, Macy soon fell asleep there in the floor, and before long, I, too, found myself drifting off. I awoke several times during the night to find a man or two had returned to the garage to have another crack at Macy, fucking her mouth or ass or cunt, as my wife enthusiastically urged them on. 

Some time close to dawn, I was aware of Casey bending over Macy and gently washing her body. At least one of them had some decency. 

I know what I was hoping and praying would happen on Saturday, but I was sadly disappointed. No one came in to release us and send us home. 

We weren't rescued. The nightmare continued. The bikers had a new "slut" to use, now, and they had no intentions of letting her go before the weekend was up. Besides, the whole scene was made even better by letting the slut's old man watch the whole thing. 

When I awoke the next day, it was to the roar of motorcycle engines. The sun was well up in the sky and the garage was already hot, filling my nose with its pungent odors of oil, sweat, booze and sex. Casey, or someone, had covered Macy with a blanket and I was relieved to see that. I had slept fitfully, with all the comings and goings during the night, in addition to the awkwardness of being chained in a sitting position on the old bus seat. 

Dirtbeard was the first to enter the garage after I awakened. He was his friendly, cheerful self. 

"Well, did you like the way we used your old lady-whore last night? I hope so, cause you ain't seen nothin', yet. Oh, and by the way, the rest of the gang is here, today, and we're all set for a 3-day party! We're gonna let you stay and watch, but if my ole-lady gets involved, you keep your fuckin eyes off of her, you understand?" He kicked my left leg with the toe of his boot as he asked the question, causing me to grimace with the pain that ran through my body. 




Kidnapped!!!



When he had finished greeting me, Dirtbeard moved over to Macy and woke her by stripping the blanket from her and crawling between her legs and fucking her. 

When he finished, he unlocked her ankle from the post. He pulled her up to a standing position and handed her a tiny, sequined G-string and a pair of extremely high high-heels that also were covered with the shiny dots, which he told her to put on. While she was putting on the shoes, Casey walked in with a glass and a couple of pills, which she made Macy swallow. I had no idea what they were giving her, but I knew for sure I wouldn't want either of them giving me any of their pills. 

Dirtbeard opened a closet in the wall and began setting up a camcorder on a tripod, and several bright lights, also on tripods. 

When Macy was clad in the skimpy outfit they had chosen for her they pushed her to her knees in the middle of the floor. No sooner had she knelt, than the others walked in, rubbing the sleep from their eyes. Now, it looked like there were more than three dozen bikers. Most of them were clad in the same biker clothes, but more than a few of the women were wearing only panties, their naked breasts swaying as they walked down the short flight of steps into the garage. 

They sat on the floor around Macy or pulled up milk crates, as if they were ready for a show of some kind. Apparently, that was exactly what they were there for, and exactly what Dirtbeard had promised them. 

He walked to the center of the room, and pulling Macy's head up by her hair, spoke to the group. "Our little whore was a good fuck last night, wasn't she, gang?" 

The group that had been here the day before cheered their pleasure with Macy's performance of the previous evening. 

"Today, we're gonna make a movie, and the little whore's gonna show us how she can dance." Looking down at Macy, he spit out his instructions to her. "You will dance for us, and you'll dance as dirty as the cheapest slut-dancer in the cheapest beer-bar... you understand?" 

Macy nodded. 

"I want you to wiggle that sexy, little cock-loving ass of yours, and show us every little part of your slut body. Crawl on the floor when you dance, walk around and strut your naked whore body. Make cocks hard and pussies wet. If you do, we'll all fuck you. If you don't, we'll all fuck you, too, but maybe not as nice. So, believe me, you want to dance just as good as you possibly can. Take my word for it." 

Dirtbeard moved over to the newest of the cars in the garage and turned on the cassette player inside it, turning the volume up so that it could be heard throughout the garage. Then he put his eye to the viewer of the camcorder and yelled to Macy, "Ok, bitch, do your thing!" 

Macy began to move her body to the beat. The pills they had given her must have been taking effect, and she was feeling more in the mood for showing off than she ever had in her life. She swayed sexily to the music, her large, lovely breasts waving in front of the staring men and women as she moved. She spread her legs open on the floor and bent backward, hunching her hips up into the air, as if she were fucking a man's dick. The sequined G-string was pulled tight against her crotch, and as she continued to dance her lips became more and more obvious through the shiny fabric, as they swelled from her growing excitement. 

I watched in amazement. My conservative, uptight wife was now dancing as lewdly as imaginable for a motorcycle gang! Despite being bound and hungry and scared, I felt my cock harden in my pants. 

As her back bent further and further backward, Macy began to move her legs out from under her ass and, soon, she was swinging them up in the air, splayed wide open, her cunt and ass covered only by the thin strips of fabric between her legs. She reached forward with her right hand and patted her cunt gently and lewdly, eliciting cries of pleasure from her audience. Her legs bent further backward until her knees were nearly beside her head, her ass sticking up lewdly into the air as if she were inviting the men to stick their big dicks into her open and hungry slit. 

Smoothly and gracefully, she rolled over onto one side and then onto her belly, raising her ass in the air as she did so. Her legs opened wider and her hips began to move in circles, the fabric of the tiny G-string being pulled up into her cunt as she wiggled. 

Cocks were now being pulled out into the air and covered either with the hands or the mouths of the sluts sitting next to them. 

I was surprised at the professionalism of Macy's dancing. I didn't know she could move as she was moving, but I loved watching her. I would love to live to see her do that again, I hoped. She was a natural. 

In the middle of her performance, Macy suddenly stopped and stayed in one position on the floor, her legs open wide and her ass sticking high up into the air. Then, I saw her reaching back between her legs and pulling the G-string to the side. With it out of the way, she began to insert her own fingers into her cunt and began fingering herself to the delight of those watching. The more she fingered, the more her hips bucked up and down in that age-old fucking movement. And soon she was coming in front of everyone, shamelessly fucking herself with her own fingers. 

Casey walked up to her and handed her a dildo, which Macy gladly took and began working up into her wet fuck hole. She was either extremely hot, or the pills that Casey had given her were really having some effect on her. She fucked herself shamelessly with the long, thick fake cock, seeming to love the attention and the dirty and nasty lewd comments that filled the room. 

One of the women who had come into the garage clad only in a small pair of panties was sucking on a bottle of wine, and when she had emptied it, she moved behind Macy and pulled the dildo from her cunt. In its place, she put the head of the wine bottle, working it into her cunt slowly, inserting more of it as Macy's hips began to move, and indicating her acceptance and enjoyment of the bottle in her cunt. Pretty soon, Macy was really fucking it, in and out of her pretty, little slit with much enthusiasm. The woman worked the wine bottle deeper and deeper into Macy, stretching her fuck hole wider and wider as she fed more and more of the tapered neck into her. 

She appeared to have at least half of the wine bottle inside her when, suddenly, a strong orgasm overtook her and she reached back between her beautiful legs and grabbed the wine bottle herself, humping it wildly and pumping it into herself amid loud moans and gasps of pleasure. 

When her orgasm was over, Macy fell to the floor on her belly, and Casey moved to her side and helped her to a sitting position. She had another glass of wine and more pills, and Macy took them submissively. 

Encouraged by Dirtbeard to continue dancing, "or else," Macy resumed her dance, standing and moving around the circle of people, wiggling her ass and cunt and tits in the faces of those who admired her so openly. Occasionally, someone would reach out and caress her body, and Macy would always stop in front of them when they did, throwing her head back and loving the feeling of their hands or teeth or tongues on her body. 

Suddenly, the music stopped, and Dirtbeard announced, "Fun time for the little slut!" 

Dirtbeard stripped the soaking wet G-string from her trembling bottom and tied Macy to an old car seat that he had pulled over from one side of the garage. Her arms were tied tightly to the springs on the sides and her legs were tied open to allow anyone easy access to her holes. 

I felt sure that I was going to witness another gang bang, only, today, with three times as many men present. I was truly worried about Macy's survival, but was helpless to do anything but watch. Knowing that the men had found her dance exciting and would be eager to pound their meat into her cunt, Dirtbeard had re-arranged the lights and camera. 

Macy began to moan softly. Casey walked up to Macy, just as Dirtbeard had completed his task of tying her securely, and gave Macy another shot from a hypodermic needle. Macy was already so hot she couldn't think straight, but somehow they weren't satisfied with her current level of sluttyness, and obviously expected this new shot to make her even more insatiable. I didn't even know such drugs existed, but I was watching their result. I don't know what was in the shots that they gave Macy, but whatever it was made her a constantly hungry slut. 

Only moments after they had administered the second shot, she began to beg for something to fill her, and the men began to lay on her and pump their dicks into her pussy, spilling their hot white cum into her hole, again. Today, rather than simply taking turns, the men shared her trembling body, some of them sitting on her face and ordering her stick to her tongue deep into their assholes or some of them filling her mouth with thick hard cocks, while others plowed into her cunt. 

Macy was never a passive participant. Whenever one of the men would withdraw his spent cock from her mouth, the begging would begin all over again until another dick had replaced it. She began begging to be untied so that she could use her hands to please her lovers as well, and smiling at her hot words and desire to please, Dirtbeard untied her hands and allowed her, her wish. 

As soon as her hands were free, my cum-filled wife began to use them to caress the men who roughly plunged their dicks in and out of her body. She caressed their balls, played with their asses, and for a long period of time had a cock in each hand, jerking them while she was taking the dicks from other men in her holes. 

Eventually, Dirtbeard decided her legs didn't need to be tied either, and freed them from their bonds. Once they were free, the men began to hold her ankles up in the air, spreading her legs open widely as they fucked her. They bent them back toward her head, exposing her asshole and began filling it as well as her cunt as they continued to fuck her over and over again. 

"Yes, my ASS!" Macy cried out. "Fuck me in my ASS! Oh, fuck me! Fuck my whole body! More, more, more!" she yelled. 

Using her mouth and hands as regenerating tools, the horny men continued to fuck Macy until they had worn themselves completely out. They had not even come close to wearing Macy out, and when they had tired of their new plaything, she was still lying there on the old car seat rubbing her clit and moaning and begging for more cock in her holes. As I looked at her lying there, I could see cum still streaming from her ass and cunt and pooling on the seat until it ran down the sides and began to puddle on the dirty concrete garage floor. 

Casey then appeared and gave Macy yet another shot. This time it was evidently one to calm her down, because moments after the shot had been administered, Macy grew quiet and was soon sleeping, still lying spread-eagled on the old car seat, and completely naked.

Soon, the room was empty once again, except for Macy and me. I wondered just how long they would continue to use Macy and what would happen when they finally tired of us. I was sore from being tied in the same position for so long and needed desperately to be freed from my bonds. I was hungry and dehydrated. The constant exposure to Macy's extreme treatment had been extremely painful for me. Yet, on several occasions, I had ejaculated with no physical stimulation at all and my pants were soaked from my own cum, as well as piss. Exhausted, I still couldn't sleep. 

Macy awoke sooner than they expected her to, because we were still alone. When she opened her eyes and stared at me, I realized that she could now untie me and we had a chance to escape. Unfortunately, the drugs they had given her had not worn off yet, and she was still unable to think about anything except cocks and cunts. 

Also, my mouth was still taped and Macy looked like she needed more help than I could give her to rejoin the land of the living. 

Macy looked at me through glazed eyes as she sat up and spread her legs open in front of me began to rub her clit once again. "I need a cock, Peter! God, I need a cock so bad!" 

When she began crawling to me, I thought perhaps our plight had finally gotten through to her; but, instead of unlocking me, she began unzipping my pants and taking my cock from them. Her mouth immediately covered my dick and she began sucking on me earnestly, completely oblivious to anything else. She craved it more than any addict craves his fix and there was nothing I could do to make her stop and get me free. 

The feel of her velvet mouth on my organ was making me forget our opportunity to escape, too, and I resigned myself to the fact of her drug induced hunger and simply let my body take over. Macy's right hand was between her legs, rubbing her stiffening clit as her head bobbed up and down in my lap. She ate my dick as if she were starving for it, and it was a marvelous feeling. I grew hard quickly and felt that I might spill my cum into her at any moment as her mouth continued to work up and down my shaft. 

Macy's obviously hungry pussy was not to be denied, however, and she stopped sucking on my cock, stood up and, turning around, lowered her hot ass down into my lap, impaling herself on my rigid member. She began to grind her hips hotly against me, taking every inch of my throbbing cock deep in her cunt. I could feel the walls of her cunt squeezing my dick, milking it, pulling it, making it feel everything it was capable of feeling. She was quite a fuck - probably the best fuck I had ever had. Some of it was due to my inability to move, I'm sure. And some of it was due to the constant performance over the last 30-some hours. But, above all, my wife was also fucking me as she had never fucked me before, and there was a hunger and desperation to her pumping and grinding hips that I had never experienced before. 

I came violently inside her. She seemed completely unaware that I was cumming and continued working her ass as if she might go on this way forever. My hips strained upward against the chain that held me down as the hot cum poured from my balls and out the end of my shaft. When I finally began to come down from my orgasm and felt my cock begin to soften somewhat, I expected her to stop, but she continued fucking me, as if she would not allow my member to wither and die within her. 

Amazingly, she was successful. Before I could soften so much that she could no longer fuck me, her massaging cunt walls had milked me back to hardness again and I felt myself growing rigid inside her once more. She was swinging her head back and forth now, her hands on her knees, writhing in passion as she ground her cunt up and down on my cock. Her grunts and moans were those of a woman lost in an orgasm, and I wondered if she were climaxing continuously in her drug induced state. It was during one of these multiple orgasms that she was having, that I noticed something that I had never seen before. She was climaxing AND she was ejaculating as well!! She was squirting and squirting some sort of liquid that at first I thought was pee, but it was much thicker in consistently than urine. It also didn't smell or taste like urine. Whenever she would ejaculate, her pussy walls would contract so much and with such force, that they would actually push my hard cock out of her and her ass would be pushed up in the air. Then her entire body would shake and sweat would pour out of her skin so we both were drenched!! I also wondered if she had any idea who she was fucking, or if she even remotely cared. I didn't think so. 

The door opened to the garage and Casey walked in, clad only in a pair of tiny black bikini panties. She seemed surprised to see Macy free of her bonds and a bit amused to see her fucking away at me. 

"How sweet. Mister and Missus Teacher, fooling around a little. How do you like what our special little brew of 'Ecstasy' does for your wife? When I was 16 and joined the club, they pumped that stuff into me for days and I think I fucked every biker in the state! And, it still wasn't enough!" 

When she walked close enough to Macy, Macy reached out for her body and pulled it to her as she continued grinding her hips into my lap. Her mouth covered Casey's left tit as she sucked the pretty girl's nipple into her mouth and played with it with her tongue. Her right hand flew to her crotch and shoved her panties up inside, roughly, as she quickly inserted two fingers into her hole. 

Casey giggled, but quickly responded to Macy's attentions and held my wife's head in her hands, pulling her mouth tighter to her chest as she let her hips move in circles in response to Macy's fingers which were stretching and twisting inside her fuck hole. Occasionally, Macy would remove her mouth from Casey's breast and slide her wet fingers from her hole and place them in her mouth, hungrily sucking on the juice that covered them, and then she would plunge them back into Casey's cunt and begin sucking on the other breast. 

"You've had enough of that cock, you dirty old whore you!" yelled Casey, and she pulled Macy off of me roughly and pushed her to the floor in front of me. 

Taking an oil filler spout from the workbench behind me, Casey tossed it to Macy. "Go fuck yourself with that, you crazy bitch, if you still need fucking. I want some of that huge cock for myself!" 

She stripped the tiny panties from her bottom and sat in my lap, working my cock up into herself as she lowered her body onto mine. I almost collapsed in terror at the thought of Dirtbeard walking back in and seeing us like this! She started rocking on my cock, faster and faster, sliding it in and out of her soaked pussy, and in the position I was in on the floor, I knew that my cock was sliding on Casey's 'G' spot. Faster and faster she rode me, her pussy juices pouring all over me. She had an animalistic glaze in her eyes, completely oblivious to what she was doing and what was happening to her. Just as it was with my Macy, Casey was sweating profusely, her pussy contracting and pushing me out. Then she squirted her ejaculate all over me, even more so than Macy did earlier! Casey's entire body shook violently, her nipples stood straight out and still she continued to pump me. I slid back into her and came with even more force than with Macy. I guess that it was the effect of the young pussy and the fear that Dirtbeard would catch me fucking his bitch.

Off in her own world, Macy still needed fucking, and she took the oil filler spout and began inserting it into her cunt, lying in front of Casey with her legs open wide. She now enjoyed masturbating while others watched, and she was still so hot that she would fuck anything or anyone, especially as long as Casey was staring at her so lewdly. 

It made Casey especially hot to watch my pretty wife fucking herself in front of her, and she fucked herself wildly on my dick as she watched her. Her hands were at her breasts playing and pulling at her nipples as her cunt grew wetter and wetter and fuller and fuller of dick. She must have cum at least 6 times, as she rode me like an expert.

Some of the other women came wandering in as Casey continued to fuck me, and began to stand around Macy, laughing and cheering her on as she worked the metal oil spout in and out of her cunt, her eyes glued on the now trembling girl who fucked up and down in my lap. The oil spout grew thicker and wider as you looked at it from the end, and Macy now had the total length of the spout inserted in her hole and was lewdly grinding her hips up against it as she held it tightly in both hands. 

"She's fucking a goddamn oil spout!" one of the women laughed. 

"Look at the hot little slut go!" another yelled. 

They were beginning to rub their own pussies and Casey almost screamed "You all have just got to try this here cock!! It is better than anything you have ever had, and I know, I have had all of your men's cocks inside of me. She slid off of me, and grabbed Dirtbeard's hypo and proceeded to give me a shot of that elixir of sex. I became super horny and didn't care about anything else other than fucking. One of the older women, the one that looked like she was about 55, pushed Casey out of the way, and sat on my face. I eagerly started lapping up her pussy, driving my tongue deep inside of her, while another biker bitch sat on my cock. It felt like it was hard enough to pound nails, and it looked like it had actually gotten bigger, both in length and around. I fucked and ate these women, cumming inside of one biker bitch, making her squirt, too. The one sitting on my face got up and sat on my cock, as I fucked her, and another woman, I am guessing that she was about 40, came and sat on my face. I eagerly ate her, and her love juice poured out all over my face, and I lapped up every drop that I could. This went on for hours, me eating the hungry pussies, then fucking them so they could squirt all over me. I heard one of the women say "we better stop, else our men will come in here when they wake up and then there will be hell to pay, and our new toy will be killed".




Kidnapped!!!



Pretty soon the men came into the garage and saw my Macy, still banging away at her pussy with the oil spout, and the men were beginning to take their cocks out of their pants as they watched the pretty brunette working on her cunt with the fake cock. 

"Hell, she'll fuck anything! Give her a hammer!" yelled out one of the men. 

Another man took a hammer from the workbench behind him and tearing the oil spout from Macy's tight grip, replaced it with the big hammer. She quickly shoved the handle of the big ball peen hammer up into her cunt and continued fucking herself wildly in front of the cheering crowd. Before long, she had most of the hammer handle inserted in her hole and was grinding her hips crazily as she performed for her audience. 

One of the men knelt by Macy's head and began jerking off, his cock just inches from her mouth. Macy tried valiantly to raise her head and take the head of his member into her mouth, but he teased her, pulling it away as his hand continued stroking it wildly. Suddenly he tensed and began shooting huge white gobs of cum into her face and hair. 

Another man knelt on the other side of her and began imitating the first, pumping away at his cock and soon spraying her face with his own load of hot white cum. 

When they were done, every man in the room had shot a load of hot fuck juice into Macy's face and they had replaced the hammer in her cunt with practically every tool in the garage as they watched her plunge them all hotly into her holes, fucking herself with anything they would allow her to use. 

When Macy finally grew too weak to continue fucking herself, she passed out and yet they continued plunging things into her cunt and rubbed their wet pussies onto her face, masturbating against it until they had cum and then making room for the next. 

When I shot my second load of cum, this time into Casey's cunt, I fell back weakly against the old bus seat. Casey was still hot and took the men who had shot their cum into Macy's face to the center of the big room and let them all fuck her in the ass and cunt and mouth. Soon, the garage was filled with people drinking and smoking and fucking and sucking. As I watched, Casey must have been gang-banged by no less than 20 men, and was still going strong before I grew too tired to watch. 

Finally, we were left alone once more as the group tired and the party wound down, around dawn and they wandered off to who knew where. Before she left, Casey gave Macy yet another shot and gave me one as well. The shot left me nearly senseless, very horny and the only thing I remember happening prior to my passing out was watching an extremely large black man with an equally large cock, screw a very willing Macy in all her holes before pissing on her face and leaving her lying in the concrete floor, and the women starting to come over to get a piece of me. Dirtbeard was filming it all. 

I lost all sense of time as I drifted in and out of consciousness. 

I did know that Macy was no longer in the garage with me, and I think I spent the rest of the time alone. I don't remember if I was fed or given anything to drink, or even if I was doped up again. 

The next time I awoke, I found myself in the front seat of our car with Macy beside me. The car clock said it was just after 3a.m., but I had no idea what day. 

We were both naked and the car was parked on a dirt road. Macy was still unconscious, so I dressed Macy in the filthy rags and denim jacket they had left in the car. I looked in the car and saw Dirtbeard's black leather case. I opened it and found 2 hypo's full of some sort of liquid, the same liquid that he injected Macy with. I looked around quickly to see if we were alone and when I realized we were now free I started the car and drove us home, quickly. 

At home, I managed to help Macy into the bedroom, and I collapsed beside her on the bed. Thirst and hunger awakened me, but Macy slept on. When she finally did awaken, she cried for hours. She remembered a lot, and I filled in what I could. She said that after I was drugged, they reduced her dose and she remembered becoming the "property" of the club president for the rest of the time. She also remembers me screwing all of the women multiple times while their men were passed out. They had held us captive from Friday afternoon until Thursday morning. 

Macy was sore all over, but healed quickly. We talked about it and about trying to forget about it, but I knew I could never forget. We knew where the garage was, but agreed that we couldn't go to the police because of the video Dirtbeard shot of Macy and me. It would ruin our careers at the school, where guilt or innocence wasn't the issue, but the image of propriety was. 

I then remembered the hypos that I found, and showed them to Macy. We decided to analyze the substance and found that it was some sort of potent hormone, not the drug Ecstasy that Dirtbeard said that it was. We decided to modify the hormone, using Macy's biology skills and my chemistry skills. We were able to modify it so that it didn't require an injection, but it could be sprayed into the air. We further modified the base so that whoever would inhale it would become extremely strongly attracted to the same sex, and the effect would last for weeks, not simply hours like the stuff that Dirtbeard gave to Macy. We installed them into some aerosol devices that we set timers into so they would dispense our formula into the air when we wanted it to happen. We also set a few to be activated via cell phone, so all we had to do was to phone that number, and it would be released into the air. 

I downloaded the location of the biker's hideout from the GPS tracking device that is installed in our car. We took several of these aerosol devices with us so we could 'get even'. We arrived and cautiously went to the building where we were kept just a few weeks earlier. I saw Dirtbeard inside, along with Casey and a lot of others. They were all passed out, I guess from drinking, drugs or both. The video camera was just where Dirtbeard had left it weeks ago, so I snuck in and took it, plus all of the tapes that were stored in the cabinet where Dirtbeard had originally kept it. 

Meanwhile, Macy was busy planting our 'horny aerosol devices' around in the compound. I met back with her, placed the camera and tapes in a hidden compartment in the car, and then contacted a rival bike gang by Dirtbeard 's cell phone and got them to raid Dirtbeard' s gang. When we heard the roar of the rival's gang coming down the dirt road, we set off a few of our devices to spray the air with our fun stuff. Dirtbeard awoke when the devices went off and got a huge whiff of our scent, and right away went to screwing the men in his gang, while the women were eating each other out.

The rival gang came running in, got a whiff of the scent and started fucking the men in Dirtbeard 's gang!! It was a sight to see. Macy also called a couple of local TV stations and told them about a gang rape group and gave the location. I called the police and told them the same thing. Moments later, police sirens were heard, and the TV station trucks started to arrive and set up their remote sites. The police came screaming in and tried to arrest Dirtbeard and his gang, but Dirtbeard tried to fuck the TV people and the police. It was all caught on tape and the TV stations aired it later that same night, first editing out a lot of the sex scenes.

That was the end of Dirtbeard and his motorcycle gang. They were hauled away, fucking everything in sight, and Macy and I burned the tapes and camera that we acquired from the hide-a-way.

And, what of Casey? Well, soon after the weekend they kidnapped us; she moved back with her Mommy and Daddy, cleaned herself up, became 'Cassandra ' again, went to an Ivy League college and married a Med. student. She wore white at a big church wedding last Saturday. We were invited and went to the church, just to see it with our own two eyes. She was beautiful and looked like she had never had a sexy thought in her life.



Kidnapped



As I stepped out of my apartment building that fateful Friday night, I saw a black Camaro parked at the end of the walk. I looked just like hers, but that was a popular color and model, still my mind drifted back to how she had looked earlier that afternoon in her short black dress, fishnets and tall leather boots. She wasn't what anyone would call beautiful or sexy, but she stirred a fascinating and terrifying animal kind of lust in me. I had always felt safe and in control of my feelings with other girls and women that I knew, but I was always afraid of her somehow. Even my fiancée didn't have such a powerful sexual hold on me. Eventually, I found myself thinking of her and masturbating almost everyday, sometimes even twice or three times. Somehow she had awoken something in me that needed to be feed.

Lost in this fantasy I reached the steps at the end of the walk. I was startled by the short toot of a car horn, and I heard someone call my name. I looked up and saw that it was her leaning across the center console and calling me through the open passenger side window. I froze dumbfounded at the top of the stairs.

"I was in the neighborhood and hoped I would run into you. I have to ask you a question."

I was so shocked that I didn't move or speak until she said. "Come down here." In a kind of a daze I walked down the steps, put my hand on the door jamb, and leaned my head into the open window.

I remember her leaning further over and putting something over my mouth and nose, then I was pulled into the car, and everything went black.

When I woke up I found I was enveloped it an inky darkness so black I could almost feel it. I was lying naked on a comfortable bed with silk sheets and a soft pillow under my head. My wrists and ankles were bound and I was in a spread eagle position on my back. There was absolutely no sound, and I had the feeling that I was somewhere underground. I smelled a deep spicy perfume, and knew at once whose it was.

I don't know how long I lay there unable to move, but I heard a door open and the click of boot heels on the hard floor. I sensed rather than saw her standing beside the bed. With a sweet sexy voice she said "Time to get up sleepyhead." I tried to respond but my mouth and throat were too dry. She must have known because the next thing I knew her hand was behind my head lifting it up, and I felt the lip of a cold glass press against my mouth. She gently lifted the glass and I took a long drink of cold water.

"Thank you." I don't know why I said that, I should have been mad as hell but I felt strangely relaxed and noticed that my cock was becoming quite aroused. She gently laid my head on the pillow and reached down and lightly stroked me with a hand still cold from the water glass. My cock jumped at the cold, but it felt so wonderful that I let out a soft moan.

"Good boy." She said softly. I tried to speak, but she placed a finger on my lips and softly shushed me. The touch of her finger on my lips was almost electric. I felt an overwhelming desire to kiss it, and I am sure I would have if she had not taken it away as she continued to softly stroke my throbbing cock.

"I am sure you a feeling a bit confused." She said gently. "Soon everything will be clear, and all your questions will be answered. Okay?"

Almost delirious with pleasure from the touch of her now warm hand, I mumbled "Yes."

Unbearable pain surged through my body as she tightly squeezed my balls. "You will address me as Ma'am, and answer 'Yes Ma'am or No Ma'am'. Do I make myself clear?"

Straining I answered with a simple "Yes." The pain redoubled and I corrected my error and answered "Yes Ma'am."

The pressure immediately released and she softly said "Good boy." And gave my cock a soft wet kiss that drew another moan and a soft "Thank you Ma'am" from me.

My mind raced backward to see if I could understand how I ended up in this situation.

When I was eighteen, I began seeing a girl that I would end up dating for three years, until she decided that we were too young for an exclusive relationship. She worked in a small boutique on the same block as my family's restaurant that was owned by my kidnapper.

After we broke up, she was fired, and the shop owner began to take an interest in me. She was two years older than me, and not exactly my type. She often asked if I wanted to go to a concert, play or other event with her. Though I felt a strong sexual attraction, I always said no.

This continued for a few years even after I began to date someone else who eventually became my fiancée. We had been engaged for about three months on this fateful Friday.

My thank you must have pleased her because for a brief memorable second she took my whole cock into her mouth and gave it a quick swipe with her tongue. She then got off the bed, and I could feel her standing next to my head.

"Have a piece of chocolate." She purred, and I felt a small chocolate disk press up against my lips. I opened my mouth and she popped it inside. "Suck it slowly; there is a little surprise inside."

She had often given me little bags of chocolates that she made herself. I had always taken them, but I was always afraid to eat them and threw them away.

Now I found I could not refuse. The chocolate was sweet and melted deliciously in my mouth, and I regretted having thrown her past gifts away. I found it impossible not to chew the chocolate wafer and when I did a burst of chocolate flavor filled my mouth mixed with a slightly salty taste from the liquid center.

"You naughty boy." She said. "You chewed it up when I told you to let it melt in your mouth. Open up and I will give you another chance."

I chewed this one at once to unlock the salty center, and we repeated this pattern until I had devoured at least a dozen sweets.

"Now you wish you had eaten all of those candies I gave you, don't you?"

Somehow she knew I had not eaten her past gifts. I simply answered: "Yes Ma'am"

"So do I, you could have saved us both a lot of trouble, and ... Well never mind that now. I am going to give you one more but you have to promise to just let it melt in your mouth."

"I promise Ma'am." and I kept my promise and slowly sucked on my last precious candy.

"There is no going back for you now, when I am finished you will do exactly what I say. Did you like my secret ingredient?"

"Yes Ma'am."

She climbed up and stood on the bed with her boots on either side of my head. Then she kneeled and lowered her pussy onto my face and began to slide it up and down across my mouth. I didn't wait for her to tell me to eat her and soon my tongue was probing deep inside of her wet, juicy, and sweet slit. Her first orgasm flooded over my face and made it hard to breath, but it was sweet like the inside of her chocolates, and I did my best to capture every drop. Then the flood gates opened as she came again and again soaking my face, the pillow, and the bed with her delicious juices. I had never been so aroused or sexually satisfied. When she turned around and lowered her ass in my face, I did not even slow down, and I joyously licked and probed her ass.

After what seemed like an hour, she got up and left without saying a word. Leaving me alone in the dark with only her smell and a very wet pillow to remind me she was ever there. I had a deep sense of longing that I had never had before. I wanted nothing but for her to come back. I never wanted to be away from her again.

After what seemed like an eternity, but may have been less than an hour I heard the door open and the click of her heels on the floor once again.

"Time for another drink." And once again she helped me to drink a glass of water. I immediately felt relaxed and aroused again. She wasted no time, climbed onto the bed and mounted me forcing my swollen cock into her pussy. A rush of pleasure washed over my body as she rode up and down on my cock. Then without warning she dismounted and stood beside the bed.

"Did you like that?"

"Yes Ma'am, that was the most incredible thing I've ever felt."

"Do you want to feel that again?"

"Yes please Ma'am."

"Then you have to do exactly what I say. Do you understand?"

"Yes Ma'am."

She mounted me again, and even though she sat perfectly still waves of pleasure washed over my entire body.

"Now we are going to call your fiancée, and you are going to tell her that the engagement is off and you don't ever want to see her again. Do you understand?"

I could not refuse. Nothing but being in her pussy mattered. I would do anything she asked.

"Yes Ma'am"

She took out my cell phone and dialed my fiancée's number with the phone on speaker. In the dim light of the cell phones display I saw her sitting on me in a leather corset fishnet stockings and gloves and her leather boots. I was so enthralled that I did not notice that my phone had been answered and my fiancée was yelling and asking where the hell I had been, and that I had better have a good reason for calling at this hour.

A twist of her hips brought me back into focus. I said. "I am sorry for calling so late, but our engagement is off, and I never want to see you again."

She then hung up the phone.

It rang immediately and she turned it off.

"You are a very good boy." And she reached down and stroked my face with her gloved hand. "Now I am going to reward you by making you cum inside of me. You will have the best orgasm you have ever experienced, and then you will belong to me forever."

She began slowly moving up and down. I was ecstatic as waves of pleasure rolled out from my crotch and flooded over my body. Her sweet voice flowed into my brain.

"When you cum you will tell me that you are completely mine. Do you understand?"

"Yes Ma'am." I didn't bother to tell her that I already was. I was so happy and content nothing but this feeling mattered.

"Good, completely and totally mine without reservation or regret."

All I could manage was a soft moan. My entire life was rolled into this moment.

"Now cum and tell me who you belong to."

I exploded in an orgasm that seemed to last forever, and I screamed "I am completely and totally yours. "I am completely and totally yours! "I Am Completely And Totally Yours! "I AM COMPLETELY AND TOTALLY YOURS!"

She pounded me until she had extracted every last drop of cum from me, then she got up and walked out of the room leaving me drained and already missing her.

After just a few minutes, I heard her return, and my cock stood at attention. "It's getting late, and I need to take you home."

I started to object, but she softly said that she was taking me home with her. I immediately relaxed.

She mounted me again, and I was immediately enveloped in a cocoon of pleasure. She explained that she had to prepare me for our trip, then leaned forward and quickly wrapped a collar around my neck. She pulled on the attached lead and I found my face smothered by her huge and beautiful breasts. Somehow she had released my restrains. I pulled my legs up and wrapped my arms around her, and would have begged her to fuck me again, but she got up and holding my lead told me to stay. I tried to follow her off the bed, but after a short shock from the collar I found myself lying on the bed.

She asked me to sit up, and I quickly complied. She explained that though she preferred me naked I would have to wear something for our trip. She wrapped some kind of a cloak or poncho around me and told me to stand. She put a blindfold over my eyes and expertly guided me out of the room, up some stairs and outside to her waiting Camaro. She opened the passenger door and gentle guided me to my seat and buckled me in. When she closed the door, I realized how warm and comfortable the car was, and that the scent of her perfume filled the car. After about a minute she opened her door got in and began to drive.

She drove smoothly and easily, and my blindness did not make me feel the least bit uncomfortable. As she drove her right hand gently stroked my cock and she reassuringly called me her good boy. I was completely relaxed and rested my head on her shoulder. I don't know if I fell asleep, but before I knew it she had stopped the car and gently sat me up in my seat and got out of the car. She opened my door, unbuckled me, helped me out of the car, and I followed like an obedient dog as she lead me up a walkway. I heard her use a key to open a door and she pulled me inside. She closed and locked the door.

It was almost hot inside and once again her scent was overwhelming. She removed my poncho and led me over carpeted floors to a bathroom and had me sit down in a tub. Even the tub was warm and I relaxed. She told me it was time to relief myself, and though I did not realize it until she said it I did need to urinate. I hesitated, but when she turned on a hand held shower head and ran a soft shower of warm water over my penis I released with an almost orgasmic pleasure.

"That's my good boy." She said as she began to bath me with a hot soapy towel. When she was done she wrapped a hot towel around my cock and gave me another drink of cold water. She explained that I was her good little boy, and that she was going to take care of me from now on, but that little boys did not have hair on their pee-pees. This all made perfect sense to me when she said it, and I sat at attention without moving as she shaved my cock and balls bald. When she was done she rinsed me off and rubbed some kind of lotion or cream over my now hairless pee-pee.

She told me to stand up, dried me with a towel and led me out of the bathroom. She brought me to her bedroom and laid me in the center of her bed placing a silken pillow under my head. She then cuffed my wrists and ankles and I heard a soft mechanical hum and I was snugly bound spread eagle on her bed.

She asked if I was ready to be rewarded for being such a good boy. I nodded and whispered "Yes Ma'am."

She removed my collar and blindfold, and though the curtains were drawn the early morning light hurt my eyes. As my eyes adjusted I looked up and she stood radiantly over me dressed in sheer black stockings attached by garters to a brilliant blue and black lace corset that supported but did not cover her ample breasts. Her long mouse-brown hair flowed over her shoulders and framed her wonderful face. She was surely the most beautiful and sexy woman I had ever seen.

She moved her fingers to draw my attention to her fingernails painted to perfectly match the color of the corset. They moved almost hypnotically before my eyes as they moved towards her beautifully thick pussy and combed her long soft bush.

"This is my pussy, and it is the most beautiful thing you will ever see. Your sole purpose in life it to serve and obey my pussy. Nothing but my pussy matters, and you are completed bound to it. Your greatest joy is to please my pussy."

As she was saying this she slowly lowered her pussy over my face, and when she was finished I could not reply because I was excitedly licking and eating her wonderful pussy. As her juices flowed into my mouth I ecstatically swallowed them again and again. When she lifted herself off of my face I followed as far as I could still wanting more of her creamy juices. She smiled knowingly as she once again stood over me.

I stared up at her with longing and softly said "Thank you Ma'am." She stepped off of the bed, and walked out of the room. As she left the room a terrible feeling of loneliness swept over me, and I wept and prayed for her to return.

I heard her shower running and a few minutes after it turned off she came back with a towel wrapped around her head and wearing a short silk robe that exposed just a peek of her awesome cleavage. She sat next to me on the bed and fed me a piece of toast with butter and some kind of berry jelly that I washed down with a glass of orange juice. I kissed her hand and whispered a soft thank you Ma'am as she swept up the last of the jelly from the plate with her finger and allowed me to lick the last drops off.

"You have one more phone call to make. You need to call your mother and let her know you needed a break from work and that you will see her in a few days. Do you understand?"

I nodded and said "Yes Ma'am."

She dialed my cell phone again and leaving it on speaker held close to my mouth. When my mother answered, I obediently delivered my message as instructed. My mother told me that my fiancée had called and was very upset, and asked me what was wrong. I told her that I had broken off the engagement and would explain when I got back. She signaled for me to end the call and I told my mom I had to go. She hung up the phone, turned it off, and planted a wonderful wet kiss on my lips.

"I am going to get dressed, but I will be right back. You are a very good boy."

I was thrilled to have pleased her, and that lessened the pain of her departure. In a few minutes I heard the doorbell, and she opened the door, and I could hear bits of a conversation as she came towards the bedroom. I heard her say something about being carful because I was in a very submissive and suggestive state.

She entered flanked by two other women, who I think were her cousins. She was dressed in a light grey pantsuit and carrying a clip board. "You remember my cousins don't you."

I nodded and faintly said "Yes Ma'am."

"I am going to help you, but you need to sign the paper I have here."

I nodded, she took my hand, placed a pen in it, guided it onto the clipboard, and I signed as I had been instructed. 

She leaned over and gave me a soft kiss. Then handed the clipboard to her first cousin and asked her if she had seen me sign. She said yes, took the clipboard and handed it to the second cousin.

The second cousin took the paper, signed it, and then set some kind of a seal to it with a tool like a notary would use.

She kissed me again, told me she would be right back and walked out of the room with her cousins. I heard the outside door open and then close. I then heard her coming back down the hall to me.

She explained that she had a few errands to run, but would be back as soon as she could. Then she reattached the lead to my collar, pressed some kind of a button, and told me I would have to go pee-pee because she was going to leave me tied to the bed. She told me that I was never to touch my pee-pee because it was hers and only she could touch it. I agreed by nodding and saying "Yes Ma'am."

She led me to a shower and had me pee standing inside. When I had finished, she rinsed me off, then dried me with a towel and led me back to the bedroom. She told me to lie down, reattached my restraints and tightened them back up. She fed me three of her special chocolates and helped me drink a glass of water, and I eased comfortably down into the bed.

"You don't mind waiting here until I get back. Do you?"

"No Ma'am."

"Good boy. When I get back we will have a little talk, and if you are good, I may let you please my pussy. You are feeling very tired, so sleep while I am gone, and I will be back before you know it." Then she kissed me and said "Goodnight baby." I must have been very tired because I think I feel asleep before she got out of the room.

I woke up to find her sitting on the edge of the bed stroking her pee-pee and smiling. I could tell by the light coming through the curtains that it was late afternoon. She was dressed in a exquisite while lace corset covered by a sheer white wrap with sheer white silk stockings. She was the loveliest woman I had ever seen.

"I hope you are well rested because we have a busy evening in front of us. Get up and follow me."

I dutifully obeyed, and followed her first to the shower where she had told me to go pee pee, then down the hall to the kitchen where a candlelit table was set for two. She waited for me to hold her chair for her and once seated told me to take a seat. She had prepared a great dinner with a small salad, a nice stuffed chicken breast with a mushroom risotto and broccoli crowns. As we ate we sipped on a fabulous pinot grigio and she talked about how nice it would be for us to eat dinner like this every night.




Kidnapped



She cleared the dinner plates and refilled our wine glasses, and talked about what a busy day she had. She told me I had gotten her a present, and asked if I would like to see it. Of course I said "Yes Ma'am." and she slid a velvet covered ring box across the table to me. She pressed a release button and when the top flipped up, I saw the largest diamond ring I had ever seen.

She tilted the box from side to side so that the diamond radiantly reflected the candle light. She explained that it was a very special and powerful ring, and that whenever I saw it I would remember that the woman I had given it to owned me completely, and that just a glimpse of it on her finger would reminded me that I was her complete and total slave that must obey her every command and cater to her every whim.

I immediately knew I needed to see this ring on her finger, and I did not have to be told to pick up the box, get down on my knees before her, bow my head, hold the ring box out to her, and ask her if she would be my wife. A great sense of relief washed over me when she took the box from my hand and said yes. She placed one hand under my chin, and gently raised my head so that I could see the ring on her finger pulsating in the candlelight before my eyes.

She asked me who I was, and I answered that I was her complete and total slave that lived to obey and serve her. She blew out the candles, took me by the hand, and led me to the bedroom. As soon as she let go of my hand, I lie down on the bed and spread my arms and legs to be cuffed. In a few seconds I was held snugly to the bed.

"You have been a very good boy today, but before you can be my husband we need to clear the air and give you a little more training."

She sat on the bed and gently stroked her cock. I had never been so happy.

"This morning you gave me power of attorney over all your belongings. I sold your car, cleaned out your apartment, closed your bank accounts, and except for a few family things that we will give to your mother I sold or donated everything you owned. I own you and everything you have ever had or will have. From this day forward you will be completely and totally dependant on me and all I ask in return is your complete submission to me. Does that sound fair and reasonable?"

Somehow I was not upset in the least by any of this information; in fact I felt a complete sense of peace and contentment wash over me, so I simply replied: "Yes Ma'am."

"Good boy. The water and chocolates I have given you were specially treated to help you become what you have always wanted to be. Does this bother you?"

"No Ma'am."

"I knew it wouldn't, and now that you are addicted to my pussy you won't be needing helpers much longer. I know none of this matters to you now, but it is important that we be completely honest with each other. Soon you will become my slave husband. That makes you happy doesn't it?"

"Yes Ma'am."

Once again she moved her ring back and forth before my eyes and as I watched the soft light dance off it I felt as if I was sinking into a soft dark hole and that nothing mattered but being with and pleasing her. I was so enthralled that I did not notice that she had climbed on top of me until her cock was completely enveloped in her wonderful wet pussy.

"It is time for you to become my cum sucking slut. You are going to discharge a huge load into my pleasure garden. You must tend my garden and keep it clean and free of things that don't belong. Your cum does not belong in my garden. It belongs inside of you and you will suck every drop out of me. Cum Now!"

She thrust herself downward on her cock and I released a huge load into her while I shivered with pleasure.

"Give it all to me slut!" She pumped up and down pressing against her balls juicing them like a piece of fruit. Her glorious pussy drained me into itself nothing else mattered but her commands and the pleasure of serving her.

"Now eat!" In and instant see slid off of her cock, up my torso, and I found my face buried in her steamy, dripping glorious pussy. I licked and sucked with total abandon tasting my salty cum as it flowed from her. She came again and again, washing all of my cum back into me where it belonged. "You want more don't you?" She began to slide down my chest. "You love sucking your cum from my pussy." I was inside of her again. "You will never cum again without eating it. You are now and forever my happy little cum slut."

She rode me like she was riding a horse. "You can't cum until I command you to discharge. You must obey. You are mine. Your cum is mine. You must beg for release."

The pressure was so intense I thought I would explode and I begged. "Please mistress let me release."

"Why? Do you need to suck more cum?"

"Yes mistress! I am your cum slut, and I must have more."

"Yes you are, and you must now discharge."

After the first orgasm, I didn't think there could be any more cum left in me, but to my surprise a load even larger than the first burst out.

Once again I willingly buried my face in her wondrous, wet creamy pussy. First my own and eventually just her juices flowed into me. I was ravenous and felt I could never get enough. I don't know how long I was immersed in her sweet nectar, but she began to slowly slide off of me. I fought against my bonds straining to get one last taste of her deliciousness.

"I know you want more, but that is enough for now. Just relax. You are going to bathe me and then you will get washed up, and we will sleep for a while. I will let you eat more later, but we need to get some rest. Tomorrow we are going to meet with the priest about our wedding.

She stood beside the bed and turned her back towards me. "Look at my ass." I stared as began to slowly move it from side to side. "You love to stare at my ass. My ass is so beautiful that you can't look away from it. Watch it sway side to side, side to side, side to side. It is so beautiful. Watch it sway. You can't look away; you don't want to look away. You will follow my ass wherever it goes. Just keep staring and watching it sway. The longer you stare the more fascinating it becomes."

I heard the cuffs on my wrists and ankles release but all I could do was stare at her ass.

"Keep staring. You can't look away from my ass. Now sit up. Watch it sway. Stand up. Watch is sway side to side. You can't look away. We are going to go for a little walk; you will stare at my ass and follow it wherever it goes. Do you understand?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Good boy. Just keep staring, and follow." She began to walk and I obediently followed her beautiful swaying ass. We walked round and around the apartment, sometimes faster and sometimes slower once or twice we even stopped, but I never even knew what room we were in. All I could see and think about was her gorgeous ass.

"When we go walking together, this is how it will be. I will lead and you will follow staring at my ass. You will not speak to or greet anyone without my permission. When I say your name you will come and stand beside me and put one of your hands on my ass." 

She stopped and called me, and I move up to her left side and began put my right hand on her plump, round, firm ass.

"When I say follow you will stop touching my ass and as I move in front of you will stare at and follow my ass. Now follow!"

I took my hand off her ass, and waited for her to get ahead of me and I happily followed her bodacious ass again. We stopped again and she said "When I say release, you will stop staring at my ass stand and wait for my next command. Release"

I looked up and saw we were in the bathroom. She commanded me to draw a hot bubble bath for her. I knelt beside the bathtub and ran the water until it ran hot, and I adjusted it to a very warm stream and began to fill the tub. I found a bottle of bubble bath on the floor beside the tub and added a liberal portion of the rich scented liquid. I used my hands to whip up a thick layer of luxurious foam. When the bath was ready she stepped over me brushing her soft furry pussy across the back and top of my head as she entered the tub. I gently cleaned every inch of her beautiful body. When she was satisfied, she stood before me. As I knelt before her staring up at her glistening gorgeous body, I knew that my true home was at her feet.

She ordered me to stand and use a hand held showerhead to rinse the bubbles from her body, and dry her. She then ordered me to wash myself except for her cock. When I was done she gently washed and dried her erect and throbbing cock, I am sure I would have cum all over the towel as she dried me but she reminded me I could only cum at her command to discharge. She dropped the towel turned and commanded follow. My gaze immediately locked on her beautiful bottom as I followed her.

"Release!" When I looked up I found I was standing next to her bed where she lay naked on her side. "Spoon me and sleep." I immediately climbed into bed and pressed myself against her with her cock pressed between her voluptuous cheeks. I awoke to the sound of her finger snap. She stood before me dressed in a short lightweight white summer dress. She placed her left hand over her cleavage and my gaze immediately shifted to her ring.

"Who are you?"

"I am your slave who lives to serve you."

"Very good. Go to the shower and relieve yourself, and get dressed in the cloths I have laid out for you then meet me in the kitchen."

"Yes Mistress."

I immediately obeyed and joined her in the kitchen where she had prepared a light breakfast of coffee, a fruit salad and a croissant. As we ate she explained how our meeting with her parish priest would go. She explained how she had already confessed having impure thoughts about me to him, so our relationship would not be a surprise. We would explain that we have been friends for years and that as we had discussed my engagement and reservations I was having, not the least of which being that my fiancée is not a Catholic. These intimate conversations had drawn us closer to each other, and we soon realized that we were in love.

Now our relationship had become physical. Since we are not using birth control and can't seem to resist the temptation of being together, we want to get married right away before she becomes pregnant. We will tell him that he can contact my parish priest, but that we have not told my parents since they are still dealing with my having ended my engagement. We will explain that her mother is aware of the situation and will be at the wedding that we want to have as soon as possible. She asked me if I understood, and of course I replied "Yes M'am."

She stood up and as she headed for the door said "Follow." I dutifully rose and with my eyes glued to her glorious ass followed her outside to her car. She said release, and I opened her door for her so she could get in then went around and got into the passengers seat. As she drove she kept her left hand on the right side of the steering wheel so that the sun danced off of her ring and I attentively listened as she told me how happy she was that I had finally come to my senses and taken my rightful place as her slave. I had to agree and thanked her for helping me see the light and that I had never been happier.

It was a short ride to the church and when we arrived we found the priest working in the garden outside the rectory. He was expecting us and led us to his office. He smiled and told us to sit down. He commented on how lovely her engagement ring was. She moved it back and forth in the light and asked him to look at it and see how it seemed to glow and pulse. Soon he was mesmerized, and she explained how in love we were and how happy he would be to marry us. He nodded his head, and she told him to have everything ready when we returned at two o'clock. He promised he would. She said "Thank you father." She turned to me and said follow.

My mistress led me beaming back to the car and drove us home. Her cousins were there when we arrived. She told me to wait in the car while she updated them regarding the schedule. I was completely transfixed by her beauty and unable to take my eyes off of her. Why had I not noticed it before? I had wasted so much time trying to run from what I could not escape. Why had I even tried to run? I knew I never wanted to be away from her again.

She turned and smiled at me as if she could read my mind. She returned to the car, and told me we were going to pick up her mother. She unbuttoned the top three buttons of her dress revealing her wonderful cleavage. She wore a push up bra that supported but did not cover her breasts. She moved the right side of her dress aside exposing her perfect pert nipple. She put a chocolate wafer in my mouth and told me to let it melt. As it did she explained my addiction to her breasts and that the sight of them made me weak and obedient. Just as the liquid center of the wafer was released she told me to suck on her breast. I gratefully obeyed and received a wonderful surprise as a sweet cream enveloped my tongue. I sucked greedily as she told me I was her good little boy and that each drop that I swallowed made me weaker and more deeply dependant on her.

She told me I had had enough for now and to sit up. She covered herself up and headed for her mother's. She told me that when we got there that I would get in the back seat and sit quietly like a good boy. I simple said "Yes Ma'am."

She told me to relax and watch her ring. I was startled by a snap of her fingers and saw we where parked in the driveway outside of a small neat Cape Cod style house. She told me to move to the back seat but to leave the door open. I answered "Yes Ma'am." and moved to the back seat and sat quietly. After a few minutes her mother came out of the front door in a nice new light blue dress, walked to the car, and got in.

"Thank you for the dress." She said.

"Tell my mother that it was your pleasure slave."

"It was my pleasure."

"You will address her as Mom. Do you understand?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"Good boy."

"I see you finally put him in his place. I will never understand why you waited so long."

"My reasons were my own." She put the car in gear we drove to the church in silence.

When we arrived I was surprised to see my best friend standing beside one of her cousins in a tux. She parked the car, and her mom got out. She ordered me to get her door, so I climbed out of the back seat, closed the passenger door and went around and opened her door. She stood before me and ordered me to close the door and follow. When she said my name I found myself standing in front of her cousin and my best friend.

He explained that my soon to be wife and her cousin had stopped by his shop to buy a ring yesterday. He had been startled by not surprised when he heard her story, and said he had always known that I wanted to be with her. He also mentioned that he had never met her cousin but that he was very happy to have met this fascinating woman, and that maybe soon he and I would be family.

She told me we had to hurry and that my friend would show me where to get changed. She was whisked away by her cousins, and my friend led me into the church and into a classroom where a tux and shoes were laid out for me. He kept thanking me because he never would have met his new girlfriend if it had not been for me. I told him I only hoped he would be as happy as me.

I was soon dressed and the priest entered the room. As he led us to the altar, he kept telling me what a blessed man I was. I told him that I knew and thanked him for marrying us on such short notice.

Apparently her cousins had been busy. The church was beautiful with candles and white bunting everywhere. I noticed a videographer and photographer. There were about a dozen couples that I did not know sitting on the bride's side of the church.

Almost as soon as we reached the altar the organ boomed out a quick fanfare and started the Wedding March. The back door opened and her cousin entered. My friend let out a short gasp, but before I could comment the most radiant creature I had ever seen entered the back of the church. I could not believe that I would soon be her husband. The closer she came the weaker I felt, and by the time she reach the middle of the church I was on my knees. When she reached the front of the church she smiled kindly on me and told me to stand and take her hand.

Most of the ceremony was a blur. I remember kneeling before the priest and receiving communion. I heard her promise to cherish and keep me, and I most definitely remember promising to honor and obey her until death. The priest pronounced us husband and wife and told me I could kiss the bride. She pulled me to her and as our lips meet I swooned and would have fallen to the floor if she had not held me up. Through the haze of contentment I heard her voice command follow. We turned and I obediently followed my wife and mistress out of the back of the church and into my new life.



Kidnapped



Clink. Clink. Clink

The chains rattled every time I yanked at them. The room was cold, with a musty smell. The ground was cold and hard. 

The bitter cold was nipping at my naked frozen body. 

Grumble... 

My stomach was turing, i was so hungry. I haven't eaten since i've been here. How long have I even been here? I think its been a while... 

Steps echoed the ground upstairs. The door opened with a creak. More creaks followed heading downstairs. I counted the seconds it took. 

I was scared. My stomach kept flipping, my mouth had that sour taste, and i felt like i was going to throw up. What was going on? Was he going to kill me? Toucher? Why did he want me? 

The footsteps echoed in the dark room, making its way towards me. Stopping right in front of me. I stopped moving, even the slightest, I stopped breathing and closed my eyes. Preparing for the pain to come. 

"Look at me," the man said. He had that rough voice that instantly said danger, but it was also kind of soft. Danger, but friendly...

I opened my eyes, making my eyes adjust. From the dark i could still see his ice blue eyes. They were cold and hard. His hair was dark, maybe black, but i couldn't quite tell. He was tall, very tall. I would estimate his height, but to be honest i have no idea. 

He wasn't fat, nor skinny. He was just about in between, but he had muscles and they showed, and they were hot. He was wearing a white V-neck and dark jeans, and oh my god was he good looking. Why do the good looking guys have to be the bad guys...?

He was looking me over, while i was doing the same to him. When he was done, he looked me in the eyes again and smirked. He took a step closer and started tracing his finger along my stomach, making me shiver and goosebumps to arrive. His finger was making its way down, to my...you know. I cringed when his hand got to my clit.

"Please, don't," I whispered, my voice was shaky. He looked up from what he was doing and his hand instantly left my clit, and it went around my neck. Tears were forming, I should of just kept my mouth shut...

"What was that?" He asked calmly. 

"Nothing, I'm sorry," I whispered, looking down. 

"Look at me." My eyes darted from the ground to his eyes. His hand left my neck again and found its way to my breast. His hand was tracing the outskirts of my nipple. He held my left boob in my hand, while his thumb was tracing my hard bud. He did the same thing to my other boob. 

I started whimpering when his hand came down to my vagina again. I wasn't a virgin, being I was 23, but i only had sex with two guys in my entire life. 

His rough hand gently started rubbing my clit. I bit my lip to keep in the moan. He smirked again when he saw my reaction. His hand moved away from my clit and he started fingering me. I actually couldn't help but let out a moan this time. He bent down and started eating me out. Oh my...his tongue was heaven. His tongue was circling around my clit, making me let out a huge moan. He kept going, fingering me and eating me out. He kept going, while i got louder, i was on the verge of an orgasm when he stopped. He got up, straightened up his shirt and looked at me. He started to undo the bondages on my arms, but left my legs chained. He took a handful of my hair and pushed me to my knees. With his other hand he undid his pants, and let his cock spring out. It was pretty big, i would say about 8in. 

He shoved his dick into my mouth and controlled the speed of which i sucked it. He started slow, but then went faster and faster until he had me deep throating the thing. My slobber was getting on my chin and going down his balls. My eyes were tearing up again, and running down my face while i was running out of air. He let go of my messy hair and told me to suck it myself, so i did. I gave him a hand-job while sucking, and with my other hand i massaged his balls. His balls were swelling up, and he was about to cum. So i kept going, i went faster and faster. He grabbed my hair again and i started deep throating him until he cumed. I swallowed the sweet, but salty semen. 

He tugged my hair up, making me stand. I had dried up tears on my cheeks and slobber on my chin. 

"Would you like to be my pet?" He asked.

"Yes, please, sir," I responded. 

"Then lets get you cleaned up," he said, undoing the rest of my bonds.



Kidnapped



It's dark. It's silent. It's cold. I don't know what's going on. I don't know where I am. I can't move; my body feels heavy. My head is pounding, the pain unbearable. There is a musty scent in the air, and something unfamiliar. I'm listening hard, though the pain in my head makes that difficult, for any noise, anything that might tell me where I am. I try to move, to open my eyes, but my eyes are open and it's still black. I cannot move my arms or legs. I realize I must be blindfolded, and more terrifying, that I must be tied down. I wiggle just a little and feel cloth beneath me. I surmise that I must be on a bed, and worse, that I'm completely naked.

I think of screaming, I try to make a noise, but I'm gagged. I try to move my mouth, but it is being held open by what feels like a ball tied to some kind of strap around my head. "Oh God, what is this place!" I think. "Who brought me here? What do they want with me?"

I hear footsteps, the squeaky turn of a door handle, and the sound of someone entering the room. I freeze in terror. Who is this person, what do they want with me? I hear some shuffling to my right, and I wonder if this is a man or woman, what he or she is doing. There are no words spoken, no acknowledgement of my existence within this room, and yet, I feel as though I'm being watched.

I listen carefully to my captor move about around the room, and from the heavy footsteps and loud breathing, I determine that it's a man. Just as I start to think maybe he is going to leave without noticing me, I feel a warm hand on my ankle, sliding up my leg. I feel the bed sink near my feet with his weight as he climbs onto the bed. 

"You have been a very bad girl," I hear him say in a deep voice, a voice I recognize but can't place. "You are going to be punished."

I feel something smooth and cold, almost like leather, move up my other leg all the way to my exposed pussy. I'm terrified. I don't know what this man will do to me, what he wants from me, but I'm pretty certain I'm not going to walk out of this room without feeling pain.

He adjusts on the bed, and I wonder what he is going to do when suddenly I feel the slap of the leather against my thigh. I cry out, but my gag keeps me from making much noise. I am smacked again, this time across one of my breasts. I want to cry, but I don't. He continues slapping me with the leather thing up and down my legs, across my stomach, over my breasts, and then he hits my pussy. It is agony and I feel the tears stream down the sides of my face. I wince with every blow, and he's only concentrating on my pussy now. I don't think I can take much more when there is a new sensation. As he hits my pussy, I feel it against my clit, and suddenly I'm getting wet. This torture is causing me to be aroused! He hits my clit again, and again, and again. I feel a warmth slide down my ass as my juices really get flowing. 

"That's a good girl, taking your punishment as you deserve." He reaches down and runs a finger over my now very sensitive pussy. I wince as he touches my tender skin and slides his finger down into my slit. "So wet! I knew you would enjoy that, you little bitch." 

I can't move, can't speak, can't do anything but feel the tears run faster down my face. He shifts on the bed again, and I'm afraid of what is next. I feel his arms against my thighs just a second before I feel him parting my pussy lips with his warm fingers. He gently glides a finger over my clit, and again. Then I feel his hot breath just before he runs his tongue over the length of my pussy. I try to move, to wiggle away, but I'm stretched tight on the bed and unable to do anything. He runs his tongue up my pussy again and this time closes his mouth around my clit, sucking and licking. I'm terrified, yet I can't help but feel the pleasure as he tortures me with his mouth.

One of his hands moves from my pussy, then I feel him shove a finger deep inside me, hard. He pumps it in and out quickly for a few strokes before adding a second finger, his mouth still glued to my clit. He fingers me hard and fast, rubbing over my g spot, and I can't help myself any longer. I give in to the pleasure. I've never felt anything quite this wonderful before. No man I've been with has ever done this to me. Now when I start making noise it's in ecstasy not pain or fear. I feel myself on the edge, my body writhing what little it can.

"Cum for me slut! Cum now!" he growls, and I do just as he says. I feel hot fluid spray from my pussy with the most intense orgasm I've ever felt. It seems to go on and on, never ending. I'm screaming through my gag, my body moving as much as it is allowed, and his fingers are still inside me, his tongue still on my clit as I cum. 

I finally come down from my orgasm and feel my whole body tingle. I can't believe how amazing that was, and suddenly I don't care that I'm not here by choice. I want to do that again! I am shocked at the intensity of what I just felt. I didn't know orgasms could be like that, and I had no idea that fluid could shoot from my pussy that way.

I'm craving more, wanting him to make me cum again when he moves off of the bed, and I'm completely disappointed. I hear a zipper, some more shuffling as he, I assume, takes off his clothes. I feel his mouth on my body again moving up one of my legs, my thigh, and I wait for him to reach my pussy again, but he doesn't. He continues moving up my body, kissing my stomach and up to my breasts. His body is pressed against me, and I feel his warmth as he begins to gently suck one of my nipples while his hand plays with the other. He moves up further, kissing my neck, my cheeks. 

"Are you going to be a good girl if I take this gag off of you?" I know I'd do anything for this man, now, if he would make me cum like that again. I nod my head, and he lifts it up to undo the strap holding the gag in place. As he pulls the ball from my mouth, I close my lips and try to relax my jaw. I don't know how long I was gagged, but my jaw feels painfully sore. 

I hear him toss the gag to the floor, then his body is pressed against mine again, his breath tingling my cheek. He runs his fingers up one of my arms and back down again, then presses his moist lips against mine. He is gentle at first, and the kiss is light. Then it deepens, and I feel my lips part to receive his hot tongue. I can taste myself on his mouth, and find that it arouses me. I've never tasted myself before, but I really enjoy it.

As he's kissing me, I feel him adjust, and suddenly his erect cock is pressed against my pussy. I find myself wanting him inside of me now. I feel almost dirty for wanting this stranger who brought me here against my will to fuck me, but I do, I really do.

He grinds against my pussy with his erection and kisses me harder before pulling away. "You want me to fuck you like a little slut, don't you?" He asks me in a playfully sinister way. 

"Yes," I moan, finally able to speak for the first time.

"That's yes, Sir, you little cunt," he says as he smacks my face. It doesn't hurt, but it shocks me, and I feel the tears begin to flow again.

"Yes, Sir," I respond, hoping that he won't be angry anymore. 

"What do you want, whore?" 

"I want you to fuck me."

I feel his hand across my face once more, this time a little harder. "Do not forget to call me Sir again, or you will feel a lot more pain than a smack across the face. Do you understand?" 

"Yes, Sir," I say, afraid I'll be smacked again. 

"Now tell me again what you want."

"I want you to fuck me, Sir."

"Good girl."

He moves back down, his body pressed against me once more and kisses me lightly before whispering in my ear, "You really are a good little bitch."

I almost feel pleasure at his words. I'm happy that he sounds pleased, but I don't understand why. Why do I care if this man is happy or not? He brought me here against my will. He has hit me, assaulted me sexually, and yet, I just want to bring him pleasure.

He pulls away from me again, and this time I feel him rubbing his hard cock up and down my pussy. The feeling is sensational. I can't wait to have him inside me, and as I think this, he thrusts hard and fast as deep as he can into my pussy. I cry out in surprise and a little pain as he stretches me open around his hard cock. 

"Scream like that again, and you'll be wearing that gag. Do you understand?" 

"Yes, Sir," I reply almost breathless from the intensity of his cock inside my pussy. 

He begins moving slowly, the full length of his cock moving in and out of my pussy. Suddenly he picks up the pace and is slamming his cock hard and deep inside of me. I gasp in surprise but feel myself giving in to the sensation, loving how hard he's fucking me. I don't want him to stop, not ever. This is sex like I've never experienced it before, and my body is trembling from the intensity. Then, without realizing what was about to happen, I orgasm hard around his cock with even more intensity than the last time. My body is shaking, I'm moaning loudly from the pleasure. I feel as though this moment will never end, and I don't want it to.

"Good girl!" He says with what sounds like pride in his voice. I have pleased him again, and I feel overwhelmingly happy that I was able to do so.

He continues fucking me hard, fast, and deep, and I have three more insanely intense orgasms. He finally lets out his own moan of ecstasy and starts to cum deep in my pussy. He presses himself against my body as he cums and reaches his hands up to my head, pulling off my blindfold and stares deep into my eyes.

I know this face. I know this man! I've been flirting with him for months at work, hoping he would ask me out. I've had a crush on him since the day I started there. I can't believe that he's the one who has brought me here. I smile up at him, and he grins back at me before kissing me deeply. 

He pulls out of me and begins untying my wrists, then ankles without a word spoken between us. When my body is free, he climbs onto the bed next to me and lays on his back, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. I roll over and snuggle against him, and we both begin to fall asleep. Just before I drift off, I think to myself, "This may be the beginning of a lovely relationship."

"I agree," he says sleepily, and I realize I said the words out loud. I snuggle closer, and he wraps his arm tight around me. We fall asleep both feeling content.