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Kidnapped Ch. 01

By: Cokeman



Introduction: 

Brad and Sabrina Gibson led a charmed life. Their mother and father both came from rich families so combined they were one of the wealthiest families in North America. Their father, Terry was a real estate mogul who had made a lot of enemies with his aggressive business style, a style which also made him a lot of money. Brenda Gibson, the mother of the family was heavily involved in a number of charities throughout the city and had become a leader in the neighborhood. 

Despite their busy schedules, Terry and Brenda always made time for their children. Brad was 19 and taking a year off before beginning University the following year. He had been the starting quarterback in high school but a serious injury to his knee had played a large factor in his decision to take a year off. 

Sabrina was 18 and in her last year of high school and one of the most popular girls in school. An attractive girl, she was never lacking male suitors but rarely went out on dates. She was always busy planning activities with the social committee, helping her mother out or spending time at home with her brother. 

The family lived in a massive house, with four floors, over 100 rooms and 25 servants made it one of the most impressive homes in the country. 

Part 1: 

Brad groaned as he woke up, his eyesight was blurry and his head was pounding. He sat up in the bed and took in his surroundings. He didn't know where he was, or how he got there. He heard something beside him and saw his sister Sabrina. She too was starting to wake up and struggling just like her brother. 

For the first time Brad realized that he was in the same bed as Sabrina. He looked down at her and then around the room. The bed they were in was small, no bigger than a double. Aside from the bed there was a small bathroom, a small wooden table with only one chair, no windows and a surveillance camera hanging from the ceiling. 

Slowly bits and pieces were starting to come back to him as he remembered what had happened the night before (at least he THOUGHT it was the night before) he woke up with a splitting headache, in an unknown room, in the same bed as his sister. 

He and Sabrina had been watching TV in the den when four men crashed through the front door, violently attacked some unlucky servants and kidnapped Brad and Sabrina. Brad had struggled as he and Sabrina were taken to an unmarked van and got a smack to the back of the head with a baseball bat for his troubles, that's when things went black.

Brad swung his legs over the side of the bed as he went over and over and over the events that led him and his sister to be kidnapped and left in this dingy room. He stood up and walked over to the mirror. The person he saw looked very different than the person he was 12 hours ago. He was wearing a t-shirt and hospital pants, Sabrina, a short hospital gown. 

Sabrina groaned and rolled over on the bed, "where are we?" she asked. 

Brad signed as he sat down on the edge of the bed. "I don't know sis. I don't know."

Sabrina's lower lip started to tremble, "I'm scared Brad! I don't know what's going on, where we are or who did this to us or what they want?!"

Brad shifted closer to his sister and wrapped his arm around her. "I know Sabrina. Me too, he sighed, me too."

Sabrina started to cry softly as the situation they were in began to sink in to her.

Brad squeezed Sabrina's shoulder as she rested her head on his shoulder, "I'll take care of you sis, I promise."

Part 2:

It was a day later in the morning when Brad and Sabrina first heard of from their captors. Before that it just been a meal passed through the door. Brad was sitting at the table and Sabrina was still in bed. 

"HELLO," boomed a voice from a speaker. 

Brad and Sabrina looked up but did not respond. 

"I'm sure you are wondering what you are doing here, and you will find out in due time," the voice said. 

"Who are you?!" yelled Brad. 

"You have 20 minutes to shower and refresh at which time we will answer your questions."

"Why are we here??!!" yelled Sabrina. 

There was no response. 

"Answer me!!" she yelled again. 

Again, no response. 

Sabrina started to cry as Brad moved over to her to soothe her. "They're in control Sabrina, whoever they are. Let's just do what they want and get out of this fucking room."

20 minutes later Brad and Sabrina were escorted by a man wearing a mask into an open room with a couch, a bed and three other people, all of whom were wearing masks. 

One man stepped forward and smiled. "Welcome," he said in a booming voice. 

"Who are you?" asked Brad. 

The man chuckled, "you can call me Zeus."

"What are we doing here?" asked Sabrina. 

Zeus' smile grew even bigger. "You are here because of the indiscretions of your parents. Your father has made a lot of enemies and what goes around comes around. Our employers were embarrassed by your parents, now they will suffer that same shame, " he chuckled.

"Our parents will pay whatever ransom you want," replied Brad. 

"We are fully confident they will, but money isn't everything. As I said before, we want to EMBARRASS your parents and you are going to help us," said Zeus. 

"What makes you think we will help you embarrass our parents?" said a defiant Sabrina. 

"Because if you don't, I'll kill you," laughed Zeus and his companions. 

Brad pulled Sabrina close to him as their captors laughed at them. 

Zeus laughed even louder, "go ahead boy, try and protect your sister. It won't do you any good."

Zeus stepped forward, closer to Brad and Sabrina. "You can't protect her from the fact we have a camera in every room. You can't protect her from what you KNOW is going to happen. We will succeed in making the two of you have sex and we will use every camera to make sure it is forever immortalized on camera. You two will have sex and your parents will pay for both your safe return and to make sure that the tape you two make will never see the light of day."

"You must be brain-dead if you think we'd EVER do that!" yelled Brad. 

Zeus and his friends laughed again, "either you fuck your sister like we tell you, or we will fuck HER and kill YOU!"

Brad looked down at Sabrina who melted into his body, seeking his protection. 

"We have our orders, either you do what we want or we hurt you and those you care about to achieve our goal," said Zeus as he slowly wore down the hope of the siblings.

Brad sighed and looked down at his sister. Even now it was hard to look at her as anything other than his sister. He was aware of her beauty, it was hard not to, she had the girl next door look to her, but she was still his sister. 

Sabrina too was having trouble accepting the situation even if deep down she knew it was going to happen. Her brother was handsome, a couple of her friends even had little crushes on him. 

The room fell silent for what felt like hours. When Zeus spoke his voice filled the room, "Well? Do we do this the hard way or the easy way?" he asked. 

Neither Brad or Sabrina answered him, looking at the floor. 

Zeus smiled, "the easy way it is."

He ordered Brad and Sabrina to undress, Brad stepped away from his sister and hesitated. When Zeus barked out his order again Brad took off his shirt. Sabrina watched as Brad started to undress and felt her heart start to pound. Brad stopped and looked away from Sabrina as he pushed his pants down revealing his cock which was quickly covered up by his hands as he stood naked in front of his sister and strangers.

Zeus shook his head, "take your hands away from your cock, your sister has a right to see what will fuck her."

Sabrina blushed when she saw his hands move away from his cock and turned away. Zeus ordered Brad to take off Sabrina's hospital gown, and again he hesitated. 

"If I have to ask everything twice then we WILL do it the hard way," Zeus yelled. 

Brad moved closer to his sister, his hands on her shoulders as he whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry sis. I don't want to do this. I don't want to hurt you, " he said. 

Sabrina pressed back into his body, looked back at him and smiled weakly, "I know Brad, I know you'd never do anything to hurt me, please just do what he says and this will all be over"

Brad moved his hands moved down Sabrina's body as he grabbed the bottom of her short hospital gown. Sabrina could feel his breath hot on her neck. Brad turned Sabrina around and pulled her gown up as he pulled her body into his, shielding her from their kidnappers. 

Brad tried not to look at his sister's body but it was impossible. Her skin was so soft and her breasts crushed against his chest were impossible to ignore. 

Zeus smiled, the siblings looked good together, "Brad, I want you to kiss your sister."

Brad looked down at Sabrina. She was scared and unsure about what was going to happen. Brad didn't want to anger Zeus again so he leaned down to kiss his sister. 

Zeus sighed loudly, "kiss her like a like a WOMAN."

Sabrina's heart pounded even more as she felt Brad's hand go to the back of her head as he pressed his lips against hers more passionately. 

Sabrina felt her brother kiss her and fell into his hands. She was scared but felt as long as she was with him, she would be ok. As Brad kissed his sister more passionately and felt her body press into his. He felt his cock twinge slightly, especially when he felt Sabrina kiss him back. 

"Touch each other" they siblings heard Zeus say as they kissed.

Brad's hands stayed at his sisters head as they kissed. He felt her move her hands down his chest and resting on his ass. 

"TOUCH each other!! Zeus yelled. 

Sabrina's hand trembled as it moved down to her brothers crotch. Her hand wrapped around his cock as she felt it's warmth and size. 

Brad groaned into his sister as he moved a hand to her chest and squeezed her breast. He felt her hard nipple press against his palm as he squeezed her breast. 

Sabrina pushed herself into his hand as Brad's cock continued to grow and grow in her hand. Their kissing continued as Brad and Sabrina kept their bodies close together. Sabrina's moans were muffled in her brothers mouth as his other hand moved down to touch her young virgin pussy. 

Sabrina responded out of instinct but not lust. Instinct because a man was touching her, instinct because she did not want to experience strange men touching her and using her. She knew her brother would be gentle.

Brad rubbed his sister's pussy harder and harder. Her body was pressed against his and he kept it that way, shielding it from their kidnappers. 

Brad felt Sabrina push into his hand as he felt her up, her pussy moist as he started to rub her clit, his cock growing in her hand. 

Sabrina stroked his cock faster and faster as he grew harder and bigger. 

Zeus and his friends watched as the siblings touched each other. All the cameras in the room focused on them as they touched each other. Groped each other. 

Zeus took a step closer to Sabrina, his voice not as loud but just as strong as before. "Get down on your knees and lick your brother's cock," he commanded. 

Sabrina froze when she heard Zeus' command. Kissing and even touching was one thing but licking Brad's cock, her brother's cock was something she wasn't looking forward to. 

Brad stopped touching her when he heard Zeus' order. He looked down at his sister who looked away from his gaze as she slumped to her knees before her brother. 

Timidly she flicked her tongue out, pulling it back in her mouth when it first touched her brother's cock. 

Zeus watched and grinned evilly, "I said.....LICK HIS COCK!" he yelled. 

Sabrina's face flushed as she moved closer to her brothers cock and started to lick it again. Slowly at first she touched the head of his cock. Her hands went to his hips to steady herself as she slowly and surely licked more and more of his cock. 

Brad's hands moved to his sisters head as he felt her tongue work over his penis. His eyes closed as he tried to fight moaning out loud. He felt bad for his sister, he didn't want to make her do this but he couldn't deny to himself it felt GOOD. 

Sabrina continued to lick her brothers cock, kissing it every now and then. 

Zeus watched and smiled, clapping as he watched. "I want his cock to drip with your saliva you little slut!" he bellowed. 

Sabrina groaned inwardly as she kept up her pace on Brad's cock. Her fingers dug into his hips harder as she worked more on his cock. Her jaw a little sore as her mouth glided over his cock the wetter it good. 

Zeus smiled broadly, "Good, good. Good girl Sabrina, you've done well. You've done all the work you'll need to today," he said. 

Sabrina looked up hopeful the ordeal was done, making eye contact with her brother for the first time since she began to lick his cock. 

"So we can go?" she asked hopefully. 

Zeus laughed instantly, his loud cackle filling the entire room, "Fuck no," he paused as he continued to laugh, "now it's time for you to lie back and let your brother fuck you and do all the work!" he said, much to the excitement to the rest of the kidnappers. 

Sabrina's heart sunk immediately, she knew it was too good to be true. She looked up at her brother and then looked to the floor. Not moving. 

Brad stood above his sister, his cock hard and wet from her tongue. He watched as Sabrina slowly lay back on the dirty floor, her legs closed together but failing to cover her moist vagina. 

He hated that he wanted to fuck her. He didn't want to do this, he wished this had never happened. He wished this was all a bad dream. 

Brad was awaken from his haze when he heard Zeus' voice once again, "well? What are you waiting for boy? Get down there and fuck your sister! Because if you don't then WE WILL!" he laughed. 

Brad looked down at his sister, he saw her pleading eyes and knew she did not want that. Time moved slowly as he moved down to his sister, her legs spread like the red sea as he mounted her virgin pussy. He leaned close to his sister and kissed her cheek. 

"FUCK HER!" Zeus yelled. 

Brad cringed as Zeus pushed the siblings into sex. Still leaning over her body he whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry sis," he said as he pushed his cock inside her pussy. 

Sabrina didn't respond as she felt her brothers cock enter her cunt. She lay there as Brad pushed deeper and deeper inside of her, sliding inside until he reached her hymen. 

A single tear rolled down her cheek as she looked up at her brother, Brad wiped away her tear and kissed her nose as she nodded, signaling her brother to take her cherry. 

Sabrina grunted loudly as Brad thrust down into her, taking her virginity in one stroke. 

Brad couldn't suppress the groan the came with taking his own sister's virginity. He felt a flood of passion as he pushed deeper inside of her as blood trickled out. 

Sabrina bit her lip as she adjusted to her brother's large cock. Out of instinct her hands moved up to his body as he pushed deeper into her, fucking her slowly. 

Sabrina looked directly in her brother's eyes as he fell into a rhythm as he fucked her. Thrusting in and out of her slowly. She smiled weakly as her brother fucked her, happy it was him and not Zeus who was inside her. 

The siblings fell into a mechanical type of sex, fucking each other in a haze, not kissing or touching or talking as they thrusted against each other. 

Brad's hands moved down to his sisters body as he held her tight, gripping her as he fucked her hard and slow. 

Behind them Zeus and his companions hooted and clapped behind them. Egging the siblings on as they fucked each other. 

"That's it you little slut! Fuck your big brother!" yelled one of the kidnappers. 

"Fuck her virgin cunt!" yelled another. 

"CUM IN HER!" yelled Zeus. 

The kidnappers all laughed at Zeus' bellow. 

The siblings shuddered together as their kidnappers laughed above them. The lost themselves in the rythmatic fucking, seeing only each other until Brad's cock stiffed and erupted inside of his sister, cumming inside her as she started to shake all over his cock. 

Part 3: 

Sabrina listened to Brad breath as they lay in bed. For two days after their first time together they had been taken back into the same room and forced to fuck each other again. After they fucked they were told to fuck again, and then after that, again. After a while the siblings didn't have to be forced even though they made it appear that way. 

Sabrina looked over at her brother as the sun was just beginning to rise. 

After Brad had cum in her the last time they had been allowed to go back to their room where they hadn't seen Zeus or his friends since. 

Sabrina lay in bed as she waited for Brad to wake up and thought about what had happened. She hated being forced to fuck her brother, knowing what they were doing was helping whoever had kidnapped them in their plan against their parents. She also hated that it was all that she could think of, that deep down she wanted it to happen again. Her brother had been there with her in a traumatic time and he was the only person able to make sure she wasn't harmed. 

Sabrina looked over at her brother, his morning hard-on was making quite the tent in his hospital pants. Her pussy was damp again, just like it had been every morning after their first night together when she looked at his hard cock. 

Her hand moved down to her pussy as she began to rub herself, the dreamed of being together with her brother where no one could hurt them, where they could be together, alone. 

She rubbed her pussy harder and harder, disgusted with herself she was enjoying the idea of being with her brother. Hating what she was thinking of doing but feeling like she was unable to stop herself. 

She reached over and slide her hand under his loose pants. Her hand snaked down until she reached his cock, her hand wrapped around his cock as she sighed in relief. 

She reached over with her other hand and slowly began to pull Brad's pants down. She stopped suddenly when Brad shifted but exhaled when he did not open his eyes. She pulled his pants down to his mid-thighs and stopped, leaning over as she licked his cock, this time willingly. 

Sabrina hungrily took more of her brothers cock in her mouth, licking around the base as she sucked more of it into her mouth. Her hospital gown rode up her body, exposing her ass and young wet cunt as she started to suck off her sleeping brother. 

Brad had woken up when he felt Sabrina's hand wrap around his cock. He had been dreaming of fucking his sister again when he felt her touch him. He had dreamt of fucking her again since they first fucked, waking up each morning with a raging hard-on. 

At first he had felt bad about wanting to fuck his sister again, about wanting to feed her every inch of his cock, about wanting to do something she'd probably hate him for. But now, now that he felt her hand and then her mouth on his cock, he knew she wanted what he wanted. 

Sabrina continued to suck her brother's cock, not caring if she woke him up, just wanting more of his cock. Brad reached out and put his hands on Sabrina's head. She opened her eyes when she felt his hands but relaxed when she felt him start to thrust into her mouth. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm" she moaned around his cock as Sabrina felt her brother start to fuck her mouth. Sabrina moved her hands up her brothers body as she sucked his cock, bobbing her head up and down his penis as he moved deeper and deeper down her throat. 

She moved one hand down and cupped his balls as she sucked him, squeezing them and moaning louder when he groaned at her touch. 

"Ugh god yes Sabrina......suck my cock....mmmmmm yes" Brad moaned. 

Sabrina moaned in response as she sucked her brother harder, squeezing and playing with his balls as he thrust up into her mouth. 


Kidnapped Ch. 01



The story you are about to read includes very explicit reference to sex. If you are not old enough to read this story where you live, or if you object to frank language about sex, please read no further.

If, however, you enjoy sexual fantasies and a bit of the dark side, please read on!

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If only I hadn't gone to the bank on that Wednesday. If only Richard had taken care of his own damned deposit. If only. If only.

And now, here I am, driving through the darkened streets of the city, searching. I don't even know what I'm looking for. I guess I think that if I don't find what, or who I'm looking for, he'll surely find me. This is his city, his darkness. This is where his power lies. 

I drive from one small pool of light through long stretches of deep shadow, where the streetlights have been shot out and no one cares enough to report it, let alone fix them. The crumbling mortar of the buildings around me only begins to suggest the deep decay of this part of the city, where life still resides, but deep, deep below the surface.

As I pass through an intersection, I see a doorway in the narrow street to my right, over it, a naked red lightbulb. In front of it, a small mountain shaped like a man. I stop, back up, turn down the street, my heart in my throat. I find a space and park my Beemer between two delivery vans, and after several deep breaths that fail to calm me in the least, I get out of the car and start to walk toward the dimly lighted doorway.

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But let me explain to you how I came to this place. Or maybe it's two places, the dark street and the place of internal darkness. No, it really is just one place, but some of it lives outside me.

You see, Richard wouldn't stop on the way home on the 15th with his deposit from work. He didn't trust the direct deposit, and he wouldn't put the deposit in the ATM. No. He had to have a receipt. One generated by a human, which meant I had to take care of it, since we had a mortgage payment to make. 

I don't usually mind doing this stuff for him. It always seemed silly to me, but I never thought about it much until, well, until this. It was Wednesday. They never rob banks on Wednesday, because they're supposed to have more cash on Fridays, on paydays. Besides, who robs banks any more? They all get caught, don't they?

I got the boys off to school. We have two children, both boys, 5 and 7. I had errands, so I drove them that morning, dropped them at the neighborhood elementary. I know most of the teachers there, since I volunteer there 2 or 3 days a week in the reading program. Well, I used to. Not any more.

I got to the bank just as it opened. I was going to make the deposit and then hit the grocery store on the way home. That's all it was supposed to be, a short run, then home to get Richard's laundry done. He likes the way I press his shirts, just the right amount of starch. I wonder if he still does. If he'll wear anything I've touched.

Anyways, it was Wednesday, the wrong day for all of this, and I was in line, and then the world as I know it came to an end. Guns started going off everywhere. Nobody got shot, but it scared everyone really badly. The guards were these two nice guys in their sixties, and they would've shit their pants if they hadn't been so constipated. 5 big men, in Halloween masks that completely covered their heads, came storming in. You couldn't see their faces, but the timbre of their voices made it clear, they were black. Two of them kept us all lying on the floor while the other three jumped over the barriers and emptied drawers into bags. You're not supposed to be able to do that in banks any more, either, but Richard liked the old fashioned system, without all the glass. It was "charming."

The whole thing didn't take 90 seconds, and then they were running toward the door. I was just about to get my life back when one of them that had been watching over the few customers on the floor pointed at me and said, "That one. Grab her, she looks good." One of the others reached down and grabbed me by the arm, lifting me easily and dragging me toward the door. I was sobbing, pleading with them to leave me alone, to let me stay. I told them about my boys, my life, my husband as they stuffed me into a black conversion van and started off. I noticed that all the men had black leather gloves on. They kept them on in the car.

I didn't even hear a siren before the bank was out of sight. I kept begging them to let me go. They just laughed inside those silly president head masks. "Nothing personal," one of them said. "We just need to slow them down a step. As long as they know we have a hostage, they'll go slower. We only need a little time."

A few blocks from the bank, the van turned into a parking garage. It was one of those with entries on opposing streets. They pulled in and we all jumped out of the van and into a big blue SUV. It had dark windows, so nobody could see who was in it as we pulled out onto the street. The man in the booth just waved as we pulled away. Last I saw, he was getting into the van.

The SUV had three seats. I was in the second seat, in the middle between two of them. Two more were in the front. One guy was behind me. I was squished. These guys were all built like football players. Not huge, just strong, and broad shouldered. I could smell the adrenaline in the car. This had been a rush for all of them. They didn't even look at the money. It was as if it didn't mean anything. As we wove through the city, headed toward the river, the tension eased, but the celebration kept going.

Down in the warehouse district the car slowed, and we finally turned into another garage. The motorized door closed behind us, and the men climbed out of the SUV, pulling me behind them. The crying had stopped along the way, mostly because they really weren't paying any attention to me. I had started to think that they'd let me go once they got far enough away. Once we were out of the truck I started to worry again. Would they let me go once I'd seen their hide out?

Masks came off and high fives were exchanged all around. I stood there, motionless, not sure what to do, until three more men entered the large space from a stair on the side. When they entered, things got quiet. It was clear that two of the three were bodyguards or something. Their eyes moved constantly, even checking out the five who'd arrived with me. The third walked with ease, as though he were walking through a park, not strolling among a bunch of heavily armed felons.

"Did you have a good time?" he asked. A chorus of cheers was his answer. "Fine. I let you have your fun. I don't want to hear any more moaning for at least a month. It's a bit early in the day, but it's a holiday of sorts, so I have a party set up in the conference room. Bring the woman. We're a couple short.

I started to cry again as they took me by both arms and practically carried me up the steps and down a long dingy cinderblock hall. On the right, we came to a heavy wooden door, beautifully finished. It opened into a board room that would have done any Fortune 500 company proud. A long, oblong teak conference table was surrounded by plush leather armchairs in an antique brown. The floor was covered in deep pile carpet in a warm natural wool color. Of course, the activities in the room weren't ones you'd usually see in a board room.

When the door opened, the moans and groans of copulation were immediately evident. I walked in to see two white women in their late 20's, in garters, stockings and bustiers, splayed on opposite ends of the table, having sex with two more of the gang's members. Though the sex was real, the moans had the forced quality of a bad porn flick. Even the dirty talk seemed rehearsed. 

Not that the men seemed to mind. Their grunts and chuckles were very authentic. They barely looked up when we entered. The men who came in with me all grabbled bottles of different kinds of alcohol off the table and poured drinks into expensive crystal tumblers, downing it rapidly. I just knew I was going to be raped, but once we got in the room they all left me very much alone. I stood there, staring at the floor, trying to ignore the sounds of sex that filled the room, again at a loss for something to do. I sat in one of the chairs.

The pre-noon party picked right up. There were no windows in this room, so it might as well have been midnight. Large paintings hung were windows might have been, simulating a vew of outside. I was as if the painter had gone outside and figured out just what you'd see if there were a window, and painted that view, but at night. Dark streets were dotted with taillights and the occaisional street lamp. Men in nicer suits than you'd expect congregated in dark shadows and women in "come fuck me" outfits strolled the sidewalks. In one corner of one painting, you could maked out two men fighting.

I sat there, feeling invisible as the men who'd brought me tried valiantly to catch up with the level of inebriation demonstrated by the ones who'd been left behind to try out the two women. Those two were so drunk that they couldn't even reach an orgasm, or so it seemed. They tired of their efforts after a bit and turned their prizes over to the newcomers, who did much better. The women's noises became more animated and authentic. I was sure I heard a real orgasm or two in there and, terrified as I was, their arousal had its effect on me. I found myself wishing I weren't hearing all this, because it was making me downright horny in a very dangerous situation.

After several minutes of this, the room grew quiet and the sexual activity came to a standstill. I realized that the noise in the room had obscured the sound of the heavy door swinging open behind my leather wing-backed chair. The eyes in all the black faces shifted to a point behind and above me. (Though the two men who were in the midst of their conquests didn't really stop moving. They just slowed down. The women grew quiet, too.)

A deep voice that I remembered from the garage spoke. I was afraid to turn, so this disembodied sound floated over my head to the room. "Seems you boys made your little day trip worthwhile. Scored a couple hundred G's, by the look of it. That'll keep you in pocket money for a while." He laughed quietly and the men in the room joined him, as if on cue. "Oh, and you brought me back this play-pretty!" I felt a hand pat me on the head. A large, hard hand. I winced, and the room erupted in unscripted laughter. 

He walked from behind me to a seat at the left end of the table. The two who had been engaged there moved quickly and silently, the man zipping his impressive member back into his slacks, grumbling. (None of these men wore average clothing. It all looked expensive, tailored, of fine wools and gabardines.) Sitting down, the obvious leader of this group looked over at me. "Come here," was all he said.

My heart lodged itself in my throat, nearly choking me as I struggled to my feet. Walking as if to my execution, I could hear the occaisional snicker of amusement from the others. I stared into a broad, flat face the color of coffee beans. Not quite solid black, but so dark it seemed that way, with a sheen that would have made the skin beautiful if it hadn't been marked with two long scars, one over his right eyebrow and the other under his left ear, travelling down his jaw line. The scars were hard looking, shiny, seeming even darker than the rest of his face. 

Dark, cavernous eyes surveyed me from toe to forehead. I stood there, shivering with fear, waiting.

"Tell me your name."

I hardly recognized my own tiny voice. "Bec... uh.. err.. Becky...."

"Well, Becky, this is your lucky day. Did you no that?"

"Uh, no.. No I didn't... um.. No sir."

"Oh, you don't have to call me sir, Becky. Call me Jamal. Everyone else does. Right boys?"

There was a quick round of assents from the rest of the room. Maybe too quick. The "boys" seemed almost as frightened of him as I was, which only made my own fear worse.

"All right, uh, Jamal."

"Now, I'm sure you'd like to know what it is that's so lucky about today. Is that what you'd like, Becky?"

I wanted to say no, because I really didn't want to know, but it was clear that the "right" answer was yes, so I nodded silently. "Speak up, Becky. I didn't hear you."

"Yes, uh, Jamal. I'd like to know why this is my lucky day."

"Because you're going to get to fuck the boss, and live to go home and tell about it!"

I was instantly torn between two conflicting emotions. Terror first, at the thought of being used for sex by this black mountain of a man and relief that he might actually let me go. All I could say was, "Oh," in a tiny voice. The others seemed to think that was hilarious.

"That's right Becky. I'm in a good mood today, and so I'm going to fuck you, enjoy that pretty pink pussy I'm sure you have, and then I'm going to let you go. I have a dozen more rooms like this around the city. If you bring anyone here, I won't care. Of course, if you bring anyone here, you'll never see me again, because this is the only place you'll know how to find me. And I think you'll want to find me. Won't she?" 

There was a chorus of "Oh, HELL yes's" and "Fuck yeah's" in answer.

Jamal's hand was already between his legs, slowly massaging himself thru his trousers as he looked at me. "Now, Becky, take off your clothes for me."

As much as I hated the thought of stripping in front of this roomful of drunken, horny men, I didn't want to spoil whatever chance I had of outliving this experience, so with trembling fingers I unbuttoned my blouse and shrugged out of it, laying it over the back of an empty chair. (No one sat to close to Jamal.) He smiled, gently rubbing himself. I unsnapped my bra and hung it over the blouse. He nodded his approval.

"Becky, look at your nipples." I did as I was told, and blushed furiously. They were as hard and pointy as two pencil erasers. I don't know now if it was fear or the time I'd spent listening to the others having sex, but my nipples were alert. "See? Your body knows what you want, even if you don't." I looked up into Jamal's face, glaring at him, denying with my eyes what my breasts seemed to be saying, but he only chuckled.

"Keep going."

I reached behind me and unzipped my navy skirt, stepping out of it and laying it with my other clothes. With only my white panties and shoes on, I hesitated, but the look in Jamal's eye was enough to get me moving again. I hooked my thumbs in the waist of my panties and pushed them to my knees, where they fell the rest of the way. I started to bend to pick them up, but a comment from one of the "boys" stopped me. I squatted to get them.

Standing back up, naked, I lay my panties over the back of the chair

My tormentor examined my body again, with almost medical detachment. I felt like an appliance being examined for scratches before installation. After what seemed a month or two he nodded his approval. "I don't see any stretch marks. Good. They tell me you have kids."

"Yes. Two. Boys."

"You'll be glad of that. Mom's always take me better the first time." He stood up. "Okay, undress me." I could barely control my fingers enough to unbutton his silk shirt, but I did, and slipped it off his huge shoulders. If anything, he looked stronger out of his shirt than in it. I lowered my hands to his belt and struggled with it for a moment before getting it, and the waist of his pants, unfastened. Unzipping them, I let them fall to the floor, where they puddled expensively around his ankles. Under them, he was naked. "Commando," they call it, I think.

Between his legs hung a remarkable appendage. I hate to call it a penis, because the word summons up images for me of pink dangly things that are smaller than my hand. This was heavy and thick, like a black rope, thicker than the ones you used to climb in gym class, and just as scary. It swung lazily against his thigh, insisting to be touched. I was too frightened to reach out in that moment, but as scary as Jamal was, the urge was still there. He resolved my dilemma by sitting back in his chair, naked, and kicking his pants aside. "Come suck it," was all he said. 

The room, which had grown pretty quiet as they watched to see what I'd do, got loud in a hurry when I knelt in front of Jamal and lifted his weighty tool in my hand, playing with it, getting the heft and feel of it. The men cheered as I put the head to my lips, the women encouraged me. "Go on, bitch, suck it. Find out what it's like to have a real cock in your mouth!" That kind of thing.

The muscles of my jaw complained a bit as I opened wide enough to get the head of his oversized glans into my mouth. I think I'd been grinding my teeth up to that point, so the muscles themselves were tight, refusing to stretch open for me. I did get him into my mouth though, and tried to suck it. He was so fat that my lips didn't seal well, and I first made loud, buzzing sucking noises, which embarrassed the hell out of me. It made the others laugh. Even Jamal chuckled while I adjusted to his girth and tried again. 

As arousing as his man-meat was, part of my mind, perhaps the larger part still, was focused on doing whatever I had to in order to be granted safe passage home. It was exciting, but I never would have done this if I didn't think my life were hanging in the balance. As his tool slowly stiffened, I worked it with both my small white hands, in hopes that I might draw him to a quick climax and a quicker ride out of the bowels of the city.

By the time he was good and hard, my head was bobbing on the top few inches of his cock. I know that women like to brag about taking monsters like this down their throats, but the idea would have been anatomically impossible. I did the best I could with hands and lips and tongue, but no amount of wishing would fit that huge cock into my gullet. He was enjoying it, as were the others, watching. No one came near, but they did gather around to watch. 

His cock started to leak his pre-coital goo, preparing to lubricate his victim, and the taste of it made my belly quiver with desire. I realized that I was squeezing my legs together, as though I could contain my arousal if I clamped them closed. I bobbed furiously on the head of his cock, thinking that I wasn't far from bringing him to an orgasm.

I don't know how close I got to making him cum, because he was determined not to at this point. Richard would have died to have me suck the semen out of his cock, but Jamal wanted my body, not just my mouth. I was slurping noisily on him when his hands slipped beneath my shoulders and he lifted me up, guiding me backwards to the conference table.

I felt the cool edge of the teak table top against my ass, and let him push me until I lay with my back on the smooth surface, my feet still resting lightly on the floor. His monstrous black tool stood out proudly from his groin. It was too heavy to stand up straight, but it pointed rigidly at my pussy when he grabbed my knees and lifted, pushing me back a few more inches. I guess he wanted to continue to hold my knees up, because he told me to "guide it" to my vagina. 

With his hands under the crook of my knees, pushing up and apart, my labia spread themselves. I smeared some of his pre-cum over the head of his cock and rubbed it between them, to wet myself. I was surprised to discover that I was already sopping wet. 

Wet or no, I wasn't prepared for the thickness of him when he lunged forward. I yelled and the room erupted with laughter and applause. One of the men said, "Yeah, boss, fuck the bitch." He just grinned down and me and started to move in and out. He would take a few strokes at one depth, and then drive into me hard, wedging another inch or so of his shaft into my screaming slit. My back was arched, barely touching the table except at the base of my spine and my shoulders. Without meaning to, I started to try to scoot away from him. He hooked my feet over his shoulders and grabbed my thighs, pullng me to the edge of the table again, all without missing a stroke.




Kidnapped Ch. 01



With my eyes shut, I might have believed he was shoving a wine bottle up inside me, if his cock hadn't felt so hot. When the spongy head of his tool first collided with my cervix, I cried out again (as opposed to the grunts and moans that accompanied each of his thrusts) and squirmed away from him. He held me close and smiled down at me, making me think he'd be content to use only the two thirds of himself that were already embedded in me to finish his job. Boy was I wrong.

A few short strokes to be sure that he and I were well lubed enough, and he started to pound me. What had started to be a little pleasurable became a series of short, explosive moments of pain. He hammered at me mercilessly, seeming to take pleasure in the tears that rolled from my eyes to my ears as I lay helpless. My hands gripped the edge of the table, white knuckled, not to keep myself in place, but just to have something to hold. Images of one of those pile drivers they use to sink pilings into the sand of the beach for the piers come to mind.

I don't know how long this went on. It might have been just a few minutes, or it might have been half an hour. It seemed like a week. I was unaware of anything but the pain radiating from my belly as he stretched me, forced me to accept more and more and more of him. When he stopped, his groin pressed against mine, his cock buried balls deep in me, I was sobbing. I heard a few comments of amazement from the other end of the room, where the others must have moved. I guess they got bored with my crying, because there was moaning and groaning coming from that direction. But when Jamal stopped, a couple of them commented on my ability to take the whole of him. "Told you mothers did better," was all he said, grinning, his cock filling me.

After a few moments of rest, he started to withdraw. Pulling back, and back, and back, he kept going until only his glans was still encased in my aching vaginal walls. Then, with a long, even thrust, he filled me again, all the way, and I heard myself sigh with such utter pleasure that it might have been some other woman doing it. He grinned down at me knowingly, and started to repeat the long strokes, letting me feel as his swollen cockhead slide from one end of my lengthened pussy to the other. My breathing changed, from short grunting gasps to long, deep inhalations and longer moans of ecstasy.

My pale legs lay against his chest, ankles resting on his shoulders, and my toes curling in my heels with each stroke. Slowly, very slowly, he increased his pace. I felt something like an orgasm building in my belly, but comparing what was coming to my previous expereince of a climax is like comparing Niagara to my kitchen faucet. The sensations I felt as he drove me forward were already much stronger than any orgasm I'd known before, and I knew that these were only the precursors to something totally new to me. What was approaching scared me to death. I didn't want to know what he could do to me. I knew in my gut that I'd never be the same. I was cumming, in the old sense of the word, and so I couldn't begin to resist, but in the back of my mind, I was terrified, which is probably why I was crying and groaning and laughing all at the same time.

Jamal was slamming into me now, making my breasts bounce wildly with every impact, slapping loudly against my buttocks again and again. He was grunting now, the grin still in place, but the effort causing him to sweat heavily, beads of perspiration rolling down his face, dripping down his chest. My eyes felt as though they were popping out of my head when I finally came to my new knowledge of orgasm. Holding my breath, grunting like an animal, I growled and turned bright red, my pussy setting fire to every nerve ending in my body. It was a climax I felt as much in my toes as I did in my belly. I could hardly breathe. I think I nearly passed out when, after who knows how long a fuck, Jamal's cock erupted like fucking Vesuvius inside me, spilling his hot, thick seed-bearing lava into my well fucked pussy.

There was a smattering of derisive applause as he stepped back, his cock still hard and coated with our comingled juices. He fell into his chair and pointed at himself. "Clean it." I struggled to move, but was so limp that I couldn't even sit up at first. Finally I did, leaking semen all over the table top. I slipped off the slimy surface and collapsed to the floor in front of him, licking the white goo from his ebbing shaft, his wrinkled scrotum. When I finished, I lay my head tiredly on his thigh, dazed and nearly asleep. More laughter, more sarcastic applause.

"Boss, looks like she's a good fuck. Lemme have a piece of it, huh?" I couldn't see over the table to tell who was speaking, but I was too tired to be worried about it.

"No. When she comes back, we'll talk about it. Not today. Today, I want you to take a clean car, one the police won't recognize, and drive her home. Drop her there. You, Kendra isn't it? Yeah, you. Get her dressed. Yeah, you. Just do it." He was pulling up his pants as he talked, buttoning his shirt. When he'd finished dressing, he left the room. Just left.

One of the girls, Kendra I guess, brought some tissues and let me wipe myself before she helped me step into my panties. I could feel the disappointment in the other men as I tucked my breasts into my bra and put back on my blouse and skirt. They were palpably sorry to see the "fresh meat" (I heard one of them call me that) leaving before they got a chance at me. The one Jamal had ordered to take me home took me by the arm and led me back to the garage. He put me into a jet black Mercedes and got into the driver's seat.

Not a word was spoken on the way to my house. I guess they got my address out of my purse, because he just programmed it into his guidance system and followed the map all the way to my driveway. When I got out, the sun was bright and almost directly overhead. It was barely past noon, the same day I'd been taken. I felt like I'd been gone a week.

I walked up the drive and went to my bedroom, and flopped on the bed. I woke an hour later, just in time to meet the boys as they got off the bus. Only then did I call the police to tell them I was the one who'd been taken, and that I had been released, safe. They arrived moments later, with lights flashing, but no sirens. I was glad of that, because I didn't want the boys to be scared. Richard got home a few minutes after that, in another police cruiser. I guess they went to get him.

They questioned me for a long, long time, asking me what had happened to me. I told them about being kidnapped, and about being "raped." But when they asked me for directions to the warehouse, I said I'd had a bag over my head all the way there, and all the way back. Each time they asked me to think about details I remembered, all I could tell them was that I smelled water. They seemed really frustrated. There were miles of riverfront where we might have been.

As they questioned me, Richard tried hard to be comforting, but when the female officer offered to talk me to the hospital for a rape exam, he asked another officer to take him to his car. I went alone to the Emergency Room, where another woman examined me and took samples of the fluids inside me. 

When I got home, Richard was there with both the cars. The officer had taken him to get mine, too. He had a bucket of fried chicken and the boys were just finishing, getting ready for bed. I sat, stunned and silent on the sofa until they were tucked in and Richard came back to sit down. Instead of sitting beside me, he sat opposite me.

A long, long, uncomfortable silence followed. Then at last, he said something. "Are you okay."

"Yes, I think so."

"Did he hurt you?"

"Yes, he hurt me."

"Did he.... did he.. you know.. climax... inside you?"

I looked at him like he was speaking a foreign language. "Did he what? Do you want to know if he came in me? What do you think? Do you think he used a fucking RUBBER? Of course he came in me. It felt like he shoved a fucking fire hose in me, okay?"

He sat there, just staring at me. I might have been a stranger for all the warmth in his gaze. After another lengthy silence, he nearly whispered, "Did you?"

"Did I what?"

"Did you.. you know... climax with him?" I didn't answer. I was insulted that he'd ask. Yes, I had cum, like a damned runaway freight train, but that wasn't the point. I was home. I wanted to feel Richards arms around me. I wanted not to sit there, feeling empty and confused. And all he wanted to do was ask if I had climaxed. I couldn't answer him.

"You did, didn't you? You came with him? You don't even cum for me every time, and you climaxed with a damned stranger? Oh. God."

He got up and stormed out the room. I heard the door to the guest room slam. He slept there that night.

* * * * *

Richard is still sleeping in the guest room. He won't touch me. He won't kiss me. He's Catholic, so he won't divorce me. I don't want the boys to suffer, so I won't leave him.

Every night I lay in the bed, wanting to be held, to be touched, to feel a man inside me.

After 4 months of this, I've had all I can stand, and so now I'm walking down a dark street toward a door with only a naked red bulb over it. If Richard won't touch me, I know that Jamal will.



Kidnapped Ch. 01



Lauren was in bed when they took her.

Her hands were tied behind her back and she was tossed in a corner of the van.

"If you keep quiet, they'll be kinder to you," a voice said in her ear.

Frantic, she looked up into the speaker's eyes. They were blue, and his face was scruffy. His jaw was strong and his hair was dark and long. He held her gaze for a moment and then turned to the other man who were sitting against the wall.

"Why do you even talk to the bitch, Jack, y'know Chuck doesn't like us doing that." 

Lauren's eyes lighted on the man who'd spoken. He wore a dark tee and had a tattoo of a spider on his wrist.

Jack shrugged and lay back on one of the boxes shifting in the van. He looked at Lauren and she felt a strange warmth in her face.

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The warehouse was empty and high-ceilinged.

The burliest man stood before Lauren in a dirty white shirt. She flinched when he reached down to touch her chin, just below where duct tape obscured her mouth.

"Relax, you ain't gonna come to any harm. We just need the money, and we'll let you go. Murder isn't the kinda thing we do." He leaned back, and laughed hoarsely.

Lauren turned her face away.

"Look after her Jack. I'll be back in the morning. Wayne, go get supplies." Chuck turned and Lauren watched his heavy form blend into the shadows. Wayne cast a look at Jack, who held his gaze squarely, and followed after Chuck.

Lauren looked down at herself. She was in her sleepwear. A flimsy white tee and pale cream undies. Her hands were tied with strong rope behind her back. A lock of her dark hair fell over her eyes as she looked up at Jack, who sat with an arm over his knee across from her.

"You don't have to be afraid of me." He said quietly.

Lauren stared at him, unmoving. In her mind she recalled fantasies she'd once had about being in just such a situation, and cursed herself for being so ignorant.

Jack stood up. Brushed his hands on his jeans and walked over to Lauren, who shuffled her feet in attempt to get further from him.

He reached down and touched her cheek. She winced. 

"I told you you don't have to be afraid of me." Jack took the corner of the tape that held to her mouth and slowly, gently, peeled it off.

Lauren worked her jaw. 

"Just don't make any loud noises." 

Lauren began to scream.

She felt a hand tight around her neck and she struggled.

"I told you. Don't make any loud noises." Jack whispered in her ear. She shifted uneasily in his grip. "You don't know the things we can do to you. The things I want to do to you ever since I saw you on your bed. So don't push me." Lauren held her breath. His hand withdrew from her neck, and he eyed the slight mark on it. She breathed choppily and his gaze went to her chest, swelling under the thin white fabric. 

He looked at her and she felt a flush begin at her cheeks.

"Would you let me touch you," he whispered, his breath warm on her neck. "I think you'd rather like it, actually," Lauren bit her lip as his hand touched her neck and lower to tease her clavicle. 

"I know just how you'd feel. Round," his hand stroked the crest of her breasts. "And yielding," his thumb eased under the swell of her flesh, "and soft." 

Lauren stifled a moan as Jack felt her tightening nipples.

He looked at her and a light smile touched the corner of his mouth.

"You want me. Don't you?" He lowered his head and she watched his tongue run over her beaded nipple. 

Lauren tensed.

"Answer me." Jack leaned back.

She bit the insides of her mouth and refused to give him the satisfaction.

"You know what I think? I think you're excited. I think if I touched you between your legs you'd be wet." Jack drew out his words with a knowing smile. Lauren fidgeted as he drew nearer and she felt the warmth of his mouth on her neck. She suppressed a keening moan as he kissed the skin on her neck, below her ear, and her eyes flew open when she felt his hand moving lower on her stomach. She arched away but he held her firmly.

His hand skimmed over the surface of her underwear. Lauren lurched. "Are you wet for me, then?" Jack pushed a finger under the elastic band of her panties. His finger pressed past soft shaven skin and curved around the flesh of her clitoris. She broke her silence and gasped.

"You're so soft and sweet," Jack murmured, inserting his whole hand into her underwear. His fingers found her and stroked slowly. Lauren tried to stop her eyes from rolling back in her head but when Jack pulled her panties down and slid a finger deep into her wet folds she gave in. His thumb pressed on her clit and she felt him smile against her cheek.

"Told you you'd be wet for me." He pulled his finger out of her, stroking her slick bud as he went, and watched her as he licked her moisture off his fingers.

Lauren's chest rose and fell in deep heaves. She didn't know what to think or do.

The sound of footsteps jerked both their heads up and Jack stuffed her panties in his pocket.

"Has she been up to anything, Jack," Wayne emerged from the dark, plastic bags in hand. He stopped, and narrowed his eyes as he looked from Lauren to Jack.

"What's going on." 

"Nothing. Just. Talking to her." 

"I told you Chuck doesn't want us talking to her. Are you deaf, Jack." Wayne set the bags down on a table in the corner and turned to Lauren.

"She's pretty, huh, maybe we could have some fun." Wayne sneered, looking at the V of Lauren's shirt. Her eyes were drawn into slits. Wayne picked up the roll of tape on the table and applied a fresh piece on her mouth. "Pity, that soft mouth of yours could be useful," he hissed. 

Jack watched in silence.

"Leave her alone. Chuck wouldn't want you to do anything to her." 

Wayne turned to look at him, an eyebrow raised on his forehead. "Right. Well I have to go. The boys want me there tonight. You think you can watch a girl for one night without any trouble?"

Jack grunted. 

"Call me if anything crops up. I'll see you in the morning." 

Lauren watched as Wayne left. She averted her eyes from Jack's.

"Well he's gone. What do you want to do?" He asked, removing the tape from her mouth again.

"Let me go."

"You know I can't do that. We'll let you go after we get the ransom."

"You aren't like them. Please let me go."

"No."

Lauren eyed Jack's body, leanly muscled under his clothes.

"Then untie my hands so I can return the favour you gave me earlier."

Jack's eyes darkened slightly, but he hesitated.

"What can I possibly do, I'm just a woman." 

He stared at her for a while, then walked to her side and untied the rope that held her hands together.

"If you try anything, you will be punished." He said.

Lauren flexed her wrists and looked up at Jack. He stood tall above her. She stood up and pressed her body against his. His eyes grew intense as she slid a hand down his chest. 

"You are delicious. So manly," Lauren looked down and then up at Jack as she grasped the hot length of him through his jeans. "And hard."

Jack tightened his jaw as she began to stroke him. He pushed her away when the pleasure mounted. She looked at him, frail in her white shirt.

Breathing unevenly Jack stepped closer to Lauren and kissed her mouth hungrily. She kissed him back and amidst the tangle of tongues and heat he reached down between her bare legs and inserted two fingers into her moist pussy.

Lauren gasped as Jack kissed her neck and pulled her shirt down to lave her nipples with his tongue. He shoved her body up with his arms and licked her belly button. She bit her lip.

"Do you want me to taste you," Jack said softly. Lauren looked down at him but did not say anything.

His tongue moved wetly over the sides of her pussy. 

"Tell me. Do you want me to taste you." She clenched her teeth.

He dropped an open-mouthed kiss on the insides of her upper thighs.

"Tell me." 

Lauren shuddered at his breath on her pussy. "Y-yes."

He hid a smile from her and leaned in to stroke his tongue hard over the entire length of her pussy. She shivered under his mouth and pressed his head nearer with her hands.

His tongue made deep, probing licks in her opening before moving higher to swirl around her clitoris. She bucked helplessly against his face as Jack ate her out, thoroughly and relentlessly.

Lauren felt the keening approach of her orgasm and stiffened under his grip. Her eyes fluttered closed as he noted her posture and licked her hard and fast.

His tongue long and wet on her centre of nerves brought her over and she came on his mouth. He kept licking at her and she came again and again. 

He pulled his head back finally and rested her on the floor. 

"That wasn't too bad, was it." 

Lauren couldn't stop a faint smile from curving her lips.

Jack watched her. He leaned down and pressed a kiss on her cheek. When she opened her eyes the rope was around her wrists, and he was in the distant corner, his hand pressing on the bulge between his legs.



Kidnapped Ch. 01



I was walking alone to my car one night, why I had to stop at the store after work, I'll never know. What compelled me to park so far from the entrance? Well it had a lot to do with a raggedy looking car and a bunch of rough looking guys standing around it. So, I exited the store, with my desperately needed pack of cigarettes and avoided the group of guys as I walked to my car. I hit the unlock button on my key chain right before I got to my vehicle. I thought I was safe, when suddenly my head got yanked backwards, by my hair. I stumbled backwards and opened my mouth to scream, but a hand was slapped over my mouth before a sound got out. I fumbled in my purse for my pocket knife that I always carry, but it was ripped out of my hand, just as I touched it.

I looked around wildly as I was dragged backwards, by the hand on my mouth and a vicious grip on my hair. Finally one of the guys from the car walked in front of me as sneered at me, "too good to talk to us? Well now you have no choice." He put a knife to my throat and ordered me not to scream. At this point I was so scared I would do anything to stay alive. The guy behind me took his hand away and I immediately closed my mouth. The leader smiled at my decision. A gag was placed in my mouth and I was led to their car. I was placed in the trunk of the car and warned to stay quiet.

Once we got to the guys place I was pulled out of the trunk and pushed into the middle of a cold room, looked like a basement, but I didn't go down any stairs. One of the guys advanced on me with a knife & I started screaming through my gag and backing up. The other 5 guys just laughed at me. I backed myself into a wall and looked frantically around for somewhere else to run to, but there was no where else. The guy with the knife smiled wickedly at me. He came at me and slashed out at my chest. I screamed, but when I looked down, I saw that I wasn't hurt. My shirt however was cut open. I realized what he was going to do and stood as still as I could, after all I had done knife play before, I had even liked it, and if I showed no reaction, maybe he would tire of his game quickly. As the knife guy cut my clothes to bits on my, the leader came closer to examine, what was being revealed. Once my blouse was cut away from my neck, the leader snapped a piece of metal around it. He secured this with a lock. It was heavy and cold and attached to a chain that was currently being held by the leader. I started crying because I knew that I would not be getting away anytime soon. As soon as I was completely naked two of the men brought a water hose and a bar of soap into the room. The leader then secured my chain to a hook on a beam, so that I could not go more than a foot in any direction. 

Then every one stepped back as the water hose was turned on and pointed at me, I was ordered to wash. Oh god, the water was freezing and washing in front of those men, seemed some how worse than just standing naked in front of them. I couldn't stop crying and shaking. The leader came over and slapped my face and growled "Bitch get that body clean, before we use it." He then put a hand between my legs and felt my pussy lips, to his amusement they were nice and smooth and hairless. He threw a towel at me and ordered me to dry my hair. While I was rubbing my wet hair with the towel he undid my chain and started pulling on it, gently at first and then harder, just to try to make me fall. I started to try to dry my body with the towel, but it was jerked away. The leader then pulled my chain so hard that I stumbled towards him. He snickered and said follow me, as if I had a choice. He pulled me along behind him to a glass door. He opened the door and led me outside to a stake in the ground. He attached my chain to the stake and said "stay!" I was standing outside, in what appeared to be the middle of nowhere and not able to get away. He took something from one of his minions and told me to put my hands behind my back. What choice did I have but to comply? He attached cuffs to my wrists and secured them together. Then all 6 men went back inside the house. I was left standing outside at night in the country with my hands secured behind me and chained to the ground. I screamed as loud as I could through my gag and pulled on the chain, but all to no avail. Finally I tired myself out and sat down on the ground to try to rest for whatever they had in store for me tomorrow.

NEXT DAY

I was awoken by cold water being sprayed on my ass with the water hose. I must have fallen asleep out of sheer exhaustion, because I certainly wasn't comfortable. I was sitting with my legs under me and leaning forward so that my head almost touched the ground. The men started laughing when I jumped up, only to be jerked back down by accidentally stepping on my own chain. I tried to scream and rage at them, but nothing intelligible made it past the gag. Oh how my jaw ached from being forced open for so long, it was killing me with the need to pop my jaw. My shoulders ached from my arms being behind me for so long too. The men just laughed at me as I screamed into my gag and stared at them with hatred in my eyes, they knew it was useless and a waste of energy. The leader ordered the man holding the hose to spray me with water again, until I shut up and stood still. It didn't take but a minute or two of the cold water to make me listen and behave, for the moment. My chain was un-hooked from the stake in the ground and I was pulled back into the building.

The leader pulled me to a table with food and water on it and pushed me down in a chair. He hooked my chain to a hook on the ceiling. I had enough slack to move around, but could not get away. The leader then told me if I agreed not to scream he would take the gag out and give me some water and food. I nodded my head to show my agreement and he took the gag off. I slowly closed my mouth and opened it again to pop my jaw back into place. It pops out of place if open wide for too long, so I have to pop it back into joint. I softly asked for some water and when he turned his head to get it for me, I kicked his leg with all the force I could get and started screaming at the top of my lungs.

That was a huge mistake! He immediately swung his hand at my face and I could not get away from the slap he delivered. He hit me so hard that I fell sideways in the chair & would have fallen out of it, if my chain had extra length. As I slumped there, being choked by my collar, trying to get my feet under me to get up, he took a step towards me and said "Seems this bitch hasn't learned her place yet." He set me up and ordered me to open my mouth. I refused so he squeezed my cheeks until I opened my mouth. He shoved the gag back in and tied it tightly, while I let the tears fall down my face. He unhooked my chain and led me to the backyard, where he tied me to the stake again. He went back inside and left me there for hours. I'm not sure hour long, but we he came back the sun was high in the sky and my pale skin was beginning to burn. He asked if I was going to cooperate this time and with tears in my eyes, I shook my head yes. I was thirsty, hungry and couldn't fight anymore at the moment. He asked if I had to relieve myself and I shook my head yes. He pulled me to the corner of the yard and told me to piss right there if I had to. I begged him with my eyes not to do this to me, but he was adamant. I ended up squatting down and pissing in the grass, he used a paper towel he had and patted me dry. As he led me into the house my head hung low. I was completely humiliated and did not think it could get any worse. 

He set me down at the table again and followed the same routine. This time I knew that I had better be good as I couldn't stand the sun anymore right now. I could already feel the burn that was beginning from my earlier punishment. He brought the water glass to my lips and let me drink a little bit. He told me to drink it slowly as he did not want me to get sick, and I wouldn't like to clean it up with no hands if I did. He then placed a piece of bread in my mouth and told me to chew it slowly. He repeated these actions several times until I indicated that I did not want anymore. He then sat down at the table and ate his own food. I quietly asked him why he was doing this to me, but his answer did not make any sense. He said "Discipline is learned." I thought that I was fairly disciplined; I mean Master has not complained recently that I wasn't remembering my place. Of course, I had been a bit of a brat sometimes, but still who was this guy? Why did he kidnap me and do all of this to me and then talk about discipline? 

After he finished eating he took my chain and led me to a bathroom. He leaned me over the side of a hug tub and then started stroking my butt cheeks. I squealed and squirmed begging him not to do this. He said "Be quiet and still or I shall have to gag you again." I tried my best to stay still, if I didn't I would end up on my head in the tub, but I could not stop shaking. I felt him spread my cheeks and rub a finger over my asshole. I bit back a squeak and tried to stay still. He began rubbing something cold on my asshole and sliding his finger in, spread it inside of me too. I closed my eyes, as anal has become a favorite of mine. He slid his finger in and out of my ass for a moment, spreading the lube around, and then pulled away. I thought he was going to fuck my ass, but instead he slid something else, something thin and cold into me. I started to ask what it was when I heard a squishing sound, like a bag being squeezed. Suddenly I felt something flowing into my ass, making me feel full. He pulled the tube out and told me not to push, then stood me up and set me down with my ass hanging into the tub. He pushed a bit on my stomach and I whimpered that it hurt, he just smiled. I felt like I was going to explode, I couldn't hold it any longer. He told me I could push now. I barely relaxed my ass and it all came out, he cleaned me out completely, and then rinsed me off with the shower head. He rinsed out the bathtub and put a table or something on top of it. He made me lean back onto the table over the tub. Once there he attached cuffs to my legs and shackled them to chains hanging from the ceiling. He snickered and said "Don't move, I'll be right back." 

When he got back he was carrying a tub of something that was steaming and some little strips of cloth. He slid the chains on my ankles further apart so that my legs were as wide open as they would go. I lost sight of him as he bent down to look at my pussy, suddenly I felt a glob of hot stuff land on my lips. I jumped and started to take a breath to scream, but one word from him and I swallowed my scream. He spread the little clothes over the hot stuff and then yanked it off. I thought I was shaved smooth, but apparently he wanted me waxed. Oh my god, I had never waxed before and it was painful, even with tiny hairs, but oh how my body reacted to the pain. By the time he had my pussy and ass waxed I was soaking wet and whimpering with the need to cum. He took notice of this and slid a finger in my wet pussy. I pushed my hips up at him as best I could but he just laughed and withdrew again. He walked out of the room again, leaving me on the verge of orgasm and frustrated as hell that my body was betraying me. He came back with some cream and spread over the areas he just waxed, so they would not get too irritated.

He left me in the bathroom for a while, and I relaxed as best I could with my feet up in the air and unable to get up. I knew that whatever he had planned next, I would need all my energy for.



Kidnapped Ch. 01



"MMmmm sis...I'm gonna cum," he groaned. 

Sabrina increased her grip on her brother as she felt his cock stiffen once more and his cum shoot down her throat. She tried to swallow as much as she could but she wasn't experienced enough yet as some seeped out of her mouth and dribbled down her chin. 

Her mouth stayed glued to his cock as she took as much of his cum as she could. When he was finished she lifted her head from his cock and licked her lips. Smiling up at her brother. "Morning Brad," she smiled sheepishly. 

Brad looked down at his sister and pulled him up on top of him, holding her body close as she rested her head on his chest. 

"I'm sorry Brad, I just couldn't help myself, all these feelings just washed over me..." she rambled on before Brad stopped her. 

"Sabrina...Sabrina....stop...you don't have to explain yourself. It's ok, I wanted it, I enjoyed it," he said. 

Sabrina smiled as her brother told her he enjoyed her blow job, relieved that she wasn't the only one who had wanted something taboo from her sibling. 

She looked up at her brother as she rested on his body, feeling content for the first time since the ordeal began. "So.......................what do we do now?" she asked. 

Brad smiled and opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. 

"What?" giggled Sabrina. 

Brad shrugged his shoulders slightly, a huge grin crossing his face. Sabrina felt Brad's hand move to her bare ass and moaned softly at his touch. 

"I thought we could do what we both clearly want," started Brad, "I want to fuck you so bad Sabrina," he said. 

"Ooh Brad! I thought I was the only one! I felt to dirty, so nasty. I thought I was sick," she said. Sabrina bit her lip, "fuck me Brad, fuck me however you want, just fuck me" she said. 

Brad squeezed her ass again and rolled her over on her back, grinning when Sabrina immediately spread her legs. 

"You still might be sick or nasty for wanting to fuck me Sabrina, but so am I. So at least we will be sick and nasty together," he said. 

Sabrina moaned at the idea of being sick and nasty with her brother, forgetting about the room they were in, the situation they were stuck in and the people on the other side of the door. Wanting only to escape from all of this anyway she could. 

Brad kicked away his pants and rubbed his hard cock against his sisters wet pussy. 

He heard her moan as he mounted his sister for a second time and slid his hard cock home in her wet pussy. 

"Mmmmm Brad," moaned Sabrina as she felt her brother sink into her. 

Brad gripped his sister tight, holding her body against his as he leaned over to kiss his sister as he started to fuck her deeper. 

Sabrina kissed her brother back passionately, meeting his lips eagerly and pushing up to get more of his cock in her teenage cunt. 

Sabrina's pussy was wet and tight and on fire as Brad fucked his sister. Her moans filled his head as he fucked her harder and harder. Fucking her harder than he did the first time, fucking her with passion and lust this time. 

Sabrina wrapped her legs around her brother's waist, wanting every inch of her brothers cock inside her pussy as he fucked her. Humping back against him as he thrust deeper and deeper inside her. 

Brad grunted as he fucked his sister harder and harder. Slamming into her now, filling her pussy with brother cock, his cock throbbing as her pussy buzzed with excitement. 

"Ohh yes Brad yes!" yelled Sabrina as Brad fucked her deeper and harder. 

Sabrina felt his thrusts become more powerful with each and every stroke. She felt content to let his strong hands roam her body as he fucked her. 

Sabrina pushed back against his cock, fucking him with more urgency now, her pussy was sopping wet. 

Loud sloppy fuck noises filled the room as the siblings made love. Brad thrust into his sister with more authority. Slamming into her as the bed started to shake with his thrusts. 

"Fuck me harder Brad! HARDER!" moaned Sabrina. 

Brad's hands squeezed his sisters firm round breasts as the fucked her harder and harder. His cock sawed in and out of her cunt now, finding a strong and powerful rhythm as brother fucked sister. 

"Yes yes yes yes yes yes YES!" screamed Sabrina as she suddenly started to spasm all over her brothers cock, showering his cock with her juices. Sabrina clamped down on his cock as be continued to bang her young pussy. 

Brad grunted and groaned as he fucked his sister, lost in animal lust as he fucked her with almost reckless abandon. He felt her pussy clamp down on his meat and that was more than he could handle as he groaned loudly and exploded in his sister's pussy.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm", "mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm","mmmmmmmmmmmm", moaned Sabrina as she and her brother came down from their orgasms, Brad keeping his cock inside Sabrina's pussy, some of his cum leaking out of her freshly fucked pussy as he kissed his sister again, moaning as she returned his passion. 

Part 4: 

Sex between the siblings continued as they went without any contact from their captors for another five days, making it a full week since they had first had sex. 

At first sex was an escape from the situation they were in, days felt like weeks. It was a way they could be together and experience pleasure. But as the days passed and time moved slowly sex became more for the need to be together and the need to feel each other. 

Sabrina began to enjoy waking her brother up with a morning blow job and was pleased to have her brother return the favor, first by eating her pussy and then by fucking it. 

They tried different positions as well. Brad fucked his sister doggy style, he fucked her on their table, he fucked her in the shower. Sabrina also discovered the joy of riding her brother's cock and would happily spend time bouncing up and down his cock until he could hold out no longer and came in her cunt. 

It wasn't until after a week had passed that they heard from Zeus again. 

The siblings were naked and fucking like animals on the floor. Sabrina was on all fours as her brother plowed into her cunt, she was squeezing her tits as she looked in the mirror, watching their reflection as they fucked. The taboo of their coupling had become an enormous turn-on, something only they could share. 

"I have good news!" boomed Zeus' voice. 

Brad's hands were on his sisters, hips, he cock buried in her pussy as he continued to fuck her long and hard. Sabrina for her part was giving as good as she got, franticly fucking her brother back, needing more of his cock. 

The siblings stopped in mid-fuck when they heard Zeus' voice. 

"You will be going home tomorrow," Zeus said. "Tonight you will join us for dinner before the exchange tomorrow," he continued. 

"Be ready in one hour" he finished. 

Sabrina looked over her shoulder, her face filled with a bright smile. 

"Brad! Did you hear that?!!! We're going home!" she exclaimed. 

Brad was just as happy as his sister, his cock even grew harder at the prospect of leaving. "I know sis! I was beginning to think we would never leave," he said. 

Sabrina started to cry in happiness, she nodded and sniffled, "me too Brad," she said, "I love you."

Brad smiled back at his sister, "I love you too sis, I couldn't have gotten through this without you," he responded. 

Sabrina's face swelled with pride, "me either Brad, I can't imagine going through this without you," she said. 

Brad's cock was still inside his sister as they looked at each other with happiness and joy, knowing they would be leaving soon. 

Brad started to fuck his sister again, fucking her harder than ever before, fucking her in celebration of their liberation. 

Sabrina knew exactly what her brother was thinking and moaned as he continued to work over her pussy. 

"Mmmm yes Brad, fuck me....oh god...yes....yes....fuck me hard Brad," she moaned. 

Brad picked up his pace, his balls slapped against her as he fucked her with more force, SLAMMING into her as his cock throbbed and he came once more inside her sweet young pussy. 

Sabrina moaned as she felt her brother cum inside her what had now become countless times. She let go and experienced her own orgasm as her brother came inside her. 

After their fuck Brad and Sabrina went and showered to get cleaned up but ended up fucking in the shower again. Sabrina pinned against the wall as her brother pummeled her pussy with hard cock one last time. 

Once again the siblings were escorted into a room a room where Zeus and his friends were waiting. They were still wearing masks like Brad and Sabrina were still wearing their hospital pants and gown. 

"Welcome," said Zeus. "I see you two have become more........acquainted with each other," he laughed. 

Brad and Sabrina blushed, not making eye contact as Zeus continued.

He laughed some more, "You should be proud boy, you made a real slut out of that sister of yours!" he said as the other kidnappers laughed. 

"I'm glad you enjoyed the show," Brad said through gritted teeth. 

Zeus smiled, "Oh WE did. But now to the situation at hand. Your parents will pay the ransom for your safe return and to make sure those tapes don't get out. So eat up and this will all be over soon."

After dinner Zeus had an awful smile on his face. 

"What are you smiling about?" asked Sabrina snidely. 

Zeus' smile got even bigger. "We thought that since you two have become so comfortable with the camera we'd make one last video," he said. 

Sabrina's face filled with disgust, "what makes you think we'd want to do that with you?" she asked. 

Zeus laughed, "you really have no choice. We crushed up quite a bit of viagra and put it in your brother's drink, so either you can fuck him like the caring sister you are OR you can let him suffer in a separate room all night with one hell of a hard-on!"


Sabrina looked over at her brother who looked down at his groin, his cock semi-hard but growing hard fast. 

Zeus and his friends laughed again as they watched Sabrina look from Zeus to her brother and then the floor. 

"ROLL CAMERA!" he laughed again. 

Sabrina blushed as Zeus mocked everything, she wanted to walk away but she couldn't. She couldn't leave her brother like this and she could leave his hard cock, her brother's cock. 

"Suck his cock whore," Zeus said. 

Sabrina blushed as she sunk to her knees between Brad's legs, his cock growing harder by the second. She licked her lips in anticipation as she pulled his pants down before devouring his healthy and very hard cock. 

Brad reached down and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them as his sister devoured his cock. Her tongue swirled around his penis as he started to fuck her face. Slowly at first but then increasing in pace. 

Sabrina moaned around his cock, swallowing more and more, she had practiced sucking his cock a lot the past week and had grown quite good. 

She took more and more down her throat, breathing through her nose and shaking her head as she rubbed her nose against his pubic hair. 

His cock was so hard in her mouth, he fucked her harder and harder, his balls slapping against her chin as he fucked her mouth. 

Sabrina moaned loudly as her brother fucked her mouth, her pussy started to immediately water, her juices poured out of her pussy, running down to her ass crack. 

Zeus watched the two siblings as brother fucked sister. He smiled and ordered Sabrina to stop, but she couldn't. She was swept up in his hard rock in her mouth. 

Zeus again ordered the siblings to stop but they didn't. Brad only fucked his sisters mouth harder, Sabrina only moaned louder. 

"STOP!" yelled Zeus. 

They stopped. 

The siblings looked up at Zeus, "get down and fuck your sister with that hard cock of yours," he said. 

Sabrina giggled to herself and slipped her lips off his cock, slurping loudly. Her pussy was sopping wet as she got down on the floor and spread her legs wide. 

Brad moved over to his sister and stood over her, his hard cock swinging as he moved down to her open pussy. 

"STOP!" said Zeus again. 

Brad, annoyed, looked over at Zeus. 

"Fuck her we ass," he said. 

Sabrina moaned loudly at the idea of being fucked in the ass, the idea of her brothers rock hard cock pistoning in and out of her puckered hole. 

She crawled onto her hands and knees and displayed her wet ass to her brother, her juices making her asshole glisten. 

Brad moved behind his sister and lined his cock up at her hole. Sabrina could feel his hands on her body, her pussy watered in anticipation. She felt his cock press against her hole and then push inside her. 

Immediately Sabrina orgasmed, shaking all over her brothers cock as he pushed deeper and deeper inside her extremely tight ass. 

Brad reached under his sisters body and grabbed her tits again, he was addicted to them. He squeezed them as he slowly pushed deeper inside his sister. He pushed deep and then pulled back before thrusting back in. 

Brad kept this up as he continued to fuck his sisters ass, slowly going deeper and deeper. Sabrina moaned louder and louder as her brother pushed deeper and deeper. Slowly she started to push back against his cock, wanting to work it deeper. 

The siblings found a grove as Brad fucked his sister's ass. He fucked her harder and faster now, pounding into her ass as his cock got harder in her tight young ass. 

Sabrina bit her lip as Brad fucked her, he was fucking her silly and squeezing her tits. Her nipples were rock hard in his hands, so sensitive as they rubbed against his palms. 

Zeus watched as Brad fucked Sabrina in the ass. He watched and listened as Sabrina screamed like a whore with her brothers big cock buried in her ass. He watched as she thrust back to meet his cock. He watched as Brad brutally fucked his sister and she screamed for more. He couldn't believe these were the same two siblings who he kidnapped over a week ago. 

Sabrina started to spasm for a second time with her brothers cock in her ass and moaned loudly as she came. Brad grunted loudly and stiffed as he exploded, unloading his nuts in his sisters ass. 

Brad continued to fuck Sabrina's ass as they came down from their orgasm but his hard-on didn't die down. Sabrina slumped beneath him but Brad continued to fuck her sweet, sexy ass. 

Zeus and his team couldn't hold it in anymore and pulled out their cocks as they watched Brad fuck Sabrina. Brad pulled his cock out of Sabrina's ass which immediately began to leak his cum. He turned his sister over and in a horny daze slid his hard cock back into her pussy. 

He started to ride her cunt as she moaned beneath him, Brad was a man possessed as he fucked his sister. He POUNDED into her teenage cunt like a wild animal, riding her like a bronco. 

Sabrina moaned incoherently as she thrust up to meet her brothers cock. She grabbed her tits and squeezed her nipples as her brother used her pussy. 

Sabrina was lost in lust as her brother fucked the shit out of her, slamming her box with his hard cock, embedding every last inch of his cock inside her. 

Brad continued to fuck his sister, curling his upper lip as he fucked her harder and harder, boning his sister balls deep. 

The siblings were so lost in lust they didn't even notice Zeus and his friends move around them, stroking their cocks as they watched Brad wail on his sisters tender young pussy. 

Sabrina started to cum again from the assault her brother put on her pussy, moaning loudly as she came all over his cock. 

Brad groaned as his sister came all over his cock, cumming again, her juices making his cock slick. 

Zeus and his friends watched Sabrina cum and scream like a whore beneath her brother's cock. They stroked their cocks faster and faster, hearing Sabrina moan made then stroke even harder until the erupted and came all over Sabrina. 

They shot their load over her face, over her chest, in her hair, all over her body. For the first time Sabrina recognized their presence and came again as Zeus and his friends shot their load all over her. 

Brad continued to fuck his sister as his hard-on continued, fucking her through yet another orgasm as she bucked uncontrollably around his hard cock. 

Part 5: 

The next morning Brad and Sabrina were back in their room when Zeus and his team walked in on them as Sabrina was riding her brother's cock. 

Brad's hands were on his sister's breasts, squeezing them as she fucked her brother, enjoying the size of his cock and she slid up and down his hard cock. 

"You have five minutes, then we never see you again," said Zeus. 

They left the room and immediately Brad came in his sister's willing cunt. The idea they were going home too much for the siblings. 

6 minutes later they were blind-folded driving in an unmarked van to the exchange. They were still wearing their hospital clothes, Sabrina squeezed her legs together, keeping her brothers cum inside her pussy. 

The exchange went about as smoothly as it could go. The siblings were transfered to another van where they were left bound and gagged. Zeus and his friends went to the drop to pick up the money and once they were safe they phoned in the location of Brad and Sabrina. 

As Brad and Sabrina returned home from their ordeal the were mobbed by friends and family over-joyed about their safe return. 

The siblings knew that from now on, nothing would be like it once was. 

To be continued...



Kidnapped Ch. 02



Kneeling there trembling, my eyes wide with fear. Looking at him, feeling his hand in my hair pulling it tightly back. “Please Sir, please I’ll be good just leave my family alone.” Letting go of my hair I lower my eyes quickly least he see anything in my eyes.

“You see Scott, sluts like this only need a strong man to put them in there place once and they crawl and beg to please the rest of their life.” Pulling my leash so I crawled between his open legs. “Slut,” reaching down to lift my head, “because slut is your new name until I decide to name you anything else. Undo my pants and show me how well you can pleasure me with your pretty little pouty lips.” 

Whimpering softly not wanting to degrade myself like that in front of anyone. Feeling him tug at my hair firmly, I lower my eyes and undo his pants. Reaching into the opening and taking his semi-hard cock out, cringing as I bend down and kiss the head.

Pulling my head away sharply, “if you bite it bitch your family dies one at a time.” Letting go as I bend down and swirl my tongue around it. Listening to the other women and the man called Scott talking about me. Sliding the head into my mouth and laving it with my tongue, slowly sliding it deep down my throat until my lips were around the base. 

Worshipping with my tongue every part of his cock. Sliding my hand up his leg until I could slip it into his jeans playing with his balls. Rolling them gently and squeezing hearing him moan in pleasure. 

“Oh yes you’ll be a good bitch to have.” Looking down at me, my head moving up and down his cock. My full lips surrounding his cock making him moan. Remembering how he’s fantasized about my lips since he saw me in the department store so many months ago. His cock tightens at the memories. Sliding his fingers into my hair pulling me deep as his cock erupts. Spraying my throat and tongue with his cum. forcing me to either gag or swallow all of it. 

Whimpering I fall onto my heels as I gasp for air. The leash tightens pulling me closer to him. “ Oh no bitch you’re not done yet, clean up the mess you just made.” Licking the cum from his cock until it glistens. Pulling me away from him I realize that we are the only two still on the patio. Looking up quickly I glance at him nervously…

Three months later…

My arms pulled tight above my head, whimpering wondering where my Master was. The cool air of the dungeon causing my nipples to tighten into hard buds. My back still red and hot from the crop he had used only a short time ago. Hearing the door to the dungeon open again I straighten straining to hear more. 

Cool rough hands running over my body. Pinching my nipples then sliding down to my cunt brushing it with his fingertips. Teasing me. “ah little girl, what you do to me with this body of yours…” sliding a finger into my pussy. “I just finished selling all of my slaves for you. You’ve captivated me in away I did not think possible. Captivated me to the point where I only want to guide you into becoming an even better slave. To focus my attention on you completely.”

Loosening my bound hands. Sliding me down till my cunt was impaled on his rock hard cock. Leaning over biting my neck. “Yes you’ll be my only slut, but you will help me train others. But only you will ever wear my collar again.” Slamming into me again and again. “Is that what you want slut!” 

Crying out. “Master please!” My cunt juice dripping down my legs. Squeezing his cock as he slides my blindfold off. My blue eyes, glazed with desire and need, looking down into his beautiful face. 

“Cum! Cum for me now.” Shooting his cum deep into my pussy. His arms tighten around my waist. As the last of his cum shoots inside of me, he releases my arms from their bonds. My legs wrapped around his waist, laying my head on his shoulder as he carries me upstairs and to his bed. 

Sunlight streaming through the windows reflecting off the blue topaz in my collar. Curling up around him my head laying on his chest, listening to his heart beating. “Thank you Master, thank you for making me realize what I needed in my life and for not letting me escape it.” Kissing his chest as he wraps his arms around me. 

“You’re welcome little pet.”



Kidnapped Ch. 02



Lauren eased herself on the floor. Her eyes drifted gradually shut.

When she opened them again, everything was quiet.

Lauren shifted to look at where Jack lay, asleep against the wall.

She looked up to the darkness ahead where she knew the door was. Quietly, she shifted from her position and stood up. Looking back to make sure Jack was still asleep, Lauren moved quietly toward the door at the far side of the room.

A hand clamped strongly over her mouth. 

"Where're you going," Jack murmured. He held her tightly against him. She struggled in his grasp. "I told you if you don't behave you will be punished." Lauren gasped as she felt Jack's hand press hard between her legs. "Or maybe you actually Want to be punished." 

He shifted her around abruptly and kissed her forcefully on her lips. Lauren shut her eyes and pulled back.

"Don't fuck with me." Jack hissed. He shoved her shirt down and bit her nipple. Lauren gasped and pulled back with all her weight.

"You want down? Fine." Jack pushed her on the floor and lay on top of her. She felt his hardness pressing insistently against her thigh as he unsheathed his knife and slit the rope that bound her hands. "You shouldn't have tried to escape. I would have let you go properly. But you had to go and try."

He unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zip. 

Lauren strained against him. "I'm sorry. I won't do it again, I pro-"

He released his hard, thick flesh and pressed it between her folds which had moistened by now.

"Oh, please," Lauren breathed, not knowing if she was begging for him to withdraw or push forward.

Jack laughed. 

He held his cock with his hand and rubbed the slick head over her clitoris.

"Please what?"

"P-please." She arched against him and Jack's eyes lost focus as she lifted her hips so his cock slid partly inside her.

He gasped and shoved his hips against Lauren. His heavy cock slid deep inside. Lauren grasped at his shirt and he pulled it off, lifting himself up on his arms so he could thrust heavily into her.

Lauren moaned with each hard, deep jerk. She felt his warm, thick cock deep inside her. He raised himself up and fucked her furiously.

The room was filled with sounds of gasping and the slick sound of flesh moving into flesh.

Jack looked down at Lauren, her face flushed. He ran a hand over her neck and breasts.

"You want this, don't you." He lay fully on her and swivelled his hips against her so that his slick flesh pressed against her swollen clit. Lauren gasped and clutched at him.

He pounded deep and hard into her. Once, twice, thrice - the pressure built in her and her eyes clouded over. 

"Look at me." Jack grabbed her face and held her while he fucked her.

She struggled to keep her gaze on his as he relentlessly thrust in her, his cock hard and probing, til -

"I'm.. I'm-"

He jerked inside her, and she shuddered around his cock.

Jack withdrew himself and stroked his shaft hard and fast. His cum made milky streaks on the dirty floor.

Lauren pulled her shirt back in place and looked away.

Silence filled the room for minutes.

"Don't try to leave again." Jack said quietly. He removed her panties from his jeans pocket. His eyes watched hers as he inhaled her scent from them, then leaned over to pull the flimsy garment up her legs. He cupped her mound before letting her go. "Go back to sleep. Chuck'll be back anytime soon."

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Lauren was woken by rough male voices.

"So, they refuse to pay the ransom?" "They say they don't have the money, Chuck." "Well, maybe they'll find they Do when they see this video." "What video?" "The video that we're about to make."

Lauren started.

Chuck walked toward her with a leering grin.

"So, you gonna be a star all your own! Aren't you excited."

"I don't think you should, Chuck. Kidnapping and rape are very different charges."

All eyes fell on Jack. He looked up casually from his corner. 

"I'm just saying. You can do other things but actual rape can get you into a lot of trouble."

Chuck frowned. He looked at Lauren and then at Wayne.

"All right." Lauren let out a breath. "Doesn't mean I can't do other things. Wayne, get the camcorder." 

Lauren looked pleadingly at Jack but he didn't look at her.

"I'm good to go, Chuck," Wayne called, holding up the camcorder.

"Now, where shall we begin?" Chuck placed his large fleshy palm around Lauren's neck. She squinted her eyes closed and bit her lip.

"Chuck. Will you let me do it instead," a quiet voice broke in.

All eyes went to Jack once more.

"Just. Well. If they identify the person in the video you won't be in any trouble." 

Chuck narrowed his eyes.

After some thought he released Lauren and growled, "All right. Go on then."

Jack stood up, dusted his clothes off, and walked toward Lauren. She inhaled raggedly. Wayne stood by with the camcorder, following Jack's every move.

Jack leaned in to press his lips against Lauren's neck. 

"Don't say a word." He whispered.

Lauren shivered as she felt his hand skirt down her rising chest. His fingers went over her dark nipples and she struggled to keep her control. Wayne smiled in the background.

Jack pressed his mouth to Lauren's skin where the tops of her breasts were. With his tongue he drew a line down. His fingers released her breasts and he took a nipple into his mouth.

Lauren arched toward him and Chuck narrowed his eyes in the corner.

"Stop being a pussy Jack." He yelled.

Jack looked up into Lauren's eyes and a fierce fire came into them.

He held her tightly as he tore her shirt down the middle. Lauren gasped in alarm. His right hand delved between her legs without any prelude and she squirmed under his probing fingers. She was tight and unlubricated but when he found her clit and rubbed it slowly, forcefully, her lips parted with slick moisture.

"That's it, that's more like it!" Chuck bellowed. "Come on, make her suck your cock!"

A sudden heat started in Lauren's legs. She looked at Jack, who returned the strange look with slight shock. A slight nod, and she let herself be pushed to her knees.

Jack's eyes grew dark as he unzipped his pants and held his hard length in his hand. He ran the slick head over Lauren's cheeks and she gazed at him all the while. 

Lauren stuck out her tongue and laved the crown of his plump, silky cock head. 

Jack uttered a low groan. 

Lauren pressed the length of his thickness into her mouth and throat. Jack clenched his teeth.

"Man, that's one pretty mouth," Wayne murmured in envy.

"Cmon! Fuck her!" Chuck yelled.

Jack pumped his hips and Lauren felt his cock hard in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around him and he set his jaw as he watched her.

Slowly, she tightened her lips into an O and drew them down over his rigid length. 

Jack gripped her hair with his hands and thrust into her mouth as Wayne took it all down on film.

"I'm.. I'm gonna come," he cursed. Lauren's head bobbed up and down on him, and the pleasure built and built as he squeezed his eyes shut and felt the sweet release come over him. Shuddering he withdrew from Lauren' mouth and spurted white jets all over her face.

"That's the way to fuck a mouth." Chuck laughed harshly.

He strode over to Lauren and grabbed her face.

"And the next time it's my turn."

She shivered on the floor and Chuck went out, turning to call Wayne.

When they'd gone Jack sat beside her.

"I'm sorry." He said quietly.

Lauren opened her hands and looked down at them. Slowly she started to cry.

Jack leaned into her and held her fragile body close.

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Kidnapped Ch. 03



"Chuck said put this on her. We're making the delivery today." 

Jack looked up from the corner, where Lauren slept in his arms.

Wayne stopped and pondered.

"Y'know Jack. I don't like the way you're acting around her. She's just a dumb bitch. Don't get too involved in shit like that." He spat on the floor, dropped a pile of clothes onto Jack and left.

Jack looked down at Lauren. Her torn shirt lay at the sides of her torso, barely but not quite covering the tips of her nipples. Her supple chest rose and fell with her even breathing. Gently, he pulled one side of the torn shirt off and lifted her to remove the ruined garment. She lay naked in his arms.

"Lauren," he whispered.

She stirred. He couldn't help watching her soft mouth as she roused herself. "Y-yes?"

"They're releasing you soon. We have to get ready."

Lauren opened her eyes slowly. "Releasing me?"

"Yes. Now you have to be quiet and follow orders that way you can remain unharmed,"

A fire came into her eyes.

"Unharmed?? You call this unharmed??" 

Jack sat quietly. He sorted the clothes and pulled out a plain grey button-down blouse.

"You didn't really object, if I remember correctly." He leaned in and slipped the neck of the shirt around Lauren's face. She kept stubbornly quiet as he pulled the sleeves on and moved his fingers to the buttons down her chest.

He looked up at her. One finger pressed against the bottom button, between the swells of her breasts.

Lauren said nothing.

Jack did up the buttons and let his thumb stroke the underside of her fabric-covered flesh.

Lauren set her jaw and turned away as he leaned in toward her face.

"Well. I had hoped it was mutual. I understand, of course. Many kidnappees are smart enough to play along to ensure their survival and perhaps escape." Jack shrugged, pulling away and parting Lauren's legs to tug a pair of white cotton panties up her thighs.

She flinched slightly but relaxed when she felt the cotton cover her otherwise-vulnerable crotch. Her eyes rested on Jack's and he let his hand linger at the top of her thighs but then dropped it to dress her in shorts.

"That's it. Let's go. I have to blindfold you."

When Lauren opened her mouth to protest, Jack stopped her. "Remember. Keep quiet and follow orders. No harm – no, further harm, that is. Will come to you."

She stood still and felt a blindfold being secured around her eyes. A rope was tied tightly around her wrists once more.

And then, Jack's stubble on the curve of her neck, and his lips soft against her skin.

"You can say what you like, but I know you enjoyed it."

And they were off.

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"Lauren! Lauren oh my god I'm so glad you're safe," the cries and sobs around Lauren heightened in volume such that they became incoherent. A hand reached out gently and removed the blindfold from around her eyes. The sudden sunlight blinded her and she squinted.

From a distance Jack watched. He watched Lauren's family milling about her, her mother distraught with relief and her father grim in his regret. Wayne shoved him in the ribs. He turned, looked back at her once more, and then followed Wayne into the alley. 

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It had been months and Lauren had fallen back into the regular routine that had once been her life. But there was something out of place now. Her parents were wealthy and she had no real need to earn money so she pursued her passions and that was why she was a florist half the time. After the kidnapping, though, there was something missing in her, a space that could not be filled.

She woke up in the middle of the night sometimes, dreaming of hot breath and slow, sensuous kisses. She'd flip the covers back and look at the ceiling, where the reflected shadows of cars downstairs moved slowly.

She never forgot what Jack had said; the last words he'd said to her. Although she tried to deny it to herself and definitely denied it to everyone else who asked, she knew that some part of her Did enjoy it, Had responded to his touch.

It was a light day and Lauren was rearranging the flowers in the front window when she saw a familiar figure across the street. 

She froze. 

The way he walked and the curve of his mouth was too familiar. It was Jack.

Lauren fumbled with the roses in the vase and one of the thorns sank into the flesh of her index finger. She cursed softly and held it up just as the bell on the door tinkled and Jack walked in.

"Hello." She had spent nights reliving the tone of his voice in her ear, the way he'd said things before he felt her in places that made her –

"H-Hello." Thoughts raced through her brain. Wasn't he afraid she'd give him away at all? Why did he come here? Had he known where she was all the time?

"You pricked yourself," Jack said with no inflection in his voice, as was his way. He reached out and took her hand in his. She tensed and caught his eye gingerly. He lifted her finger and just as Lauren realized what he was about to do, he slid it in his mouth and sucked the tiny drops of blood off. She watched, transfixed, as his tongue moved easily over her skin. Flashes of where else he had applied that tongue set off heat in Lauren's cheeks and she pulled back abruptly.

"What are you doing here." She breathed.

Jack shrugged.

"Well to be honest I was walking down the street one day when I noticed you in the window. I came back to see if you were here and you are." He looked at the flowers displayed around the store. "I don't know much about flowers but these look nice. The kind I'd likely give my girlfriend."

Lauren bit her lip. "You have a girlfriend?"

Jack's eyes rested on hers.

"No." A light smile danced in those eyes now, and Lauren felt slightly tricked. 

"Well. That's good for you. I have business to do." She turned away from him coldly but he came up close behind her and held her with an arm around her stomach.

"No actually. It's good for you." His mouth was inches from her ear and his breath on her neck made her shiver.

"Let me go," she whispered. Jack hesitated slightly, then released his grip.

"Why did you come back. Why can't you just let me go on with my life, after what you put me through," Lauren's eyes welled with tears and Jack stilled. 

"I never meant to hurt you." He said quietly. "I 

came back because. Well. Because.. I couldn't stop thinking about you. I wish we'd met in different circumstances." He held her gaze firmly.

"Oh you mean other than if you weren't fucking me and being my kidnapper?" Lauren drawled. Jack frowned.

"I suggest you don't use such language with me. I may have been kind to you but I'm not someone you can toss about lightly." He picked up a pair of shears laying by the side and Lauren felt slow alarm spread in her.

Jack stepped nearer to Lauren. He leaned close to her face and said, "I just wanted to ask you if.. Well, if."

She crooked her brows in confusion at his uncharacteristic faltering. "If what?"

"If you would go on a date with me." He said hurriedly, and leaned away from her.

Lauren, stunned, watched as Jack studied the roses in the window.

"A date?"

"Yes. A date. Just one. I just had to ask."

"What about Chuck and Wayne?"

"What about them? I don't work with them anymore I don't do that sort of work anymore I couldn't stand it, not after-"

Jack stopped midsentence. He turned and looked at Lauren gruffly. 

"If you wish I will see you at the corner restaurant at 7 this evening." He worked his jaw slightly and turned to leave. The bell tinkled as he did so.

Lauren stood in shock for a few minutes.

Slowly, she started gathering stray leaves from the bunch of roses in the window and removing them one by one.

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It was seven fifteen. He'd be damned if he had ever waited more than five minutes for a female. Jack ground his teeth slowly. He looked at the clock hanging on the wall of the restaurant before picking up the napkin from his lap.

"Going somewhere?"

He was almost relieved to see her. Her delicate neck was draped with a single long string of pearls that fell into the scoop of her neckline. Lauren slid into her seat.

"You're late." He said tartly.

"I know. I couldn't make up my mind."

"About what? Whether to come or not?" Jack muttered irritably.

"No, which dress to wear." 

He looked at her quizzically. She wore a simple black sheath with thin shoulder straps and a slight curve at the neck.

"It was this or what?" He enquired.

"That's for me to know." Even as she said it, a slight blush feathered her cheeks. "Well, shall we order? I'm starving."

The waiter took their orders and left them in the private booth.

"I have been thinking about you." Lauren said quietly. "I couldn't stop myself, even though I hated it. Hated to be thinking about you, about..about the things you did."

Jack watched her hands in her napkin.

"I've been thinking about you too. I have never thought about any of my-" He paused. "-acquaintances."

Lauren smirked. "I haven't forgotten any of it. It's been months but I still remember every moment." She felt a sudden heat rise in her and she fidgeted in her seat. Jack watched her. 

"Every moment?" He said in a low voice. 

"I'm sorry I-" Lauren started to stand up but Jack held her hand and pulled her back down. 

"Don't leave." He said. His fingers stroked her wrist slowly. "Please. I have to be with you properly once more, just once."

"Be with me?!" Lauren gasped. "What the hell do you mean by be with me??"

"You know what I mean. I need to get you out of my 

system, please!" 

The urgency in his voice stilled Lauren. She licked her lips. 

"Don't tell me you haven't thought about it. About how it would feel." Jack leaned across the table and whispered in her ear, "My cock in your pussy."

It was a crass line that should have disgusted Lauren, but instead she felt that heat spread in her body. She stared at Jack.

The waiter arrived with their food, and laid the plates on the table, oblivious of the tension in the air.

"Please enjoy your meal." 

Jack picked up his knife and fork and cut into his steak.

"Eat."

Wordlessly, Lauren did the same.

When they were done with their meal Jack paid the bill and they walked outside together.

"Come back to my place with me." He said quietly. Lauren slowed her footsteps. 

"How will I know this is not a trap? How can I know it's not a trap? How can I trust you or want you after what happened?" There was a note of despair in her voice and Jack stepped closer to her, pulling her nearer.

"It's not. I promise. I left Chuck the week after we let you go. I couldn't stop thinking about you don't you understand? I have never felt this way before please just come back with me just this night. I promise you no harm will come to you."

Lauren smiled wryly at the familiar line. She looked into his eyes.

"Fine. One night. Then you'll leave me alone and let me forget this whole.. thing."

A fierce heat came into Jack's eyes and he nodded.

His apartment was small but neatly furnished. 

Lauren stood awkwardly in the living room as Jack shuffled about in the kitchen. He returned with two glasses of coke. She took one and looked at him.

"Well? You didn't bring me here to serve me coke did you."

Jack's eyes grew darker and he placed his glass on the table. "No I didn't." He stood closer to Lauren and she tensed.

"Don't be afraid of me," he said softly, a note of sadness in his voice. Lauren bit her lip as he leaned into her and kissed her cheek. Tenderly, he held her waist as he moved his mouth over the skin of her neck. His tongue, wet on her sensitive neck brought shivers to her spine. 

"Let me touch you, do you want me to touch you," Jack whispered. She nodded weakly and he brought his hand to the front of her neck, dipping lower till his fingers brushed the tops of her breasts. 

"Here?" 

She nodded again and Jack pulled the top of her dress down. She was wearing black lace. He lifted heavy-lidded eyes to her and leaned in. She felt his mouth, soft and warm on hers. He opened it and she followed, feeling a tug between her legs as his tongue entered her mouth. He felt her breasts through her lace bra and rolled her nipple in his hand. A soft moan escaped her and Jack lifted his 

head from hers.

"Come." He scooped her up in his arms and walked to his bedroom.

The covers were rumpled and he lay her down. Self-conscious, Lauren pulled her dress back up.

"Don't. Let me take it off you. Please." Jack ran his thumbs over the straps of her dress. She hesitated, then let him pull the garment up over her head. She sat on his bed dressed in her black lace underwear. Jack's eyes darkened further. He placed a knee on the bed and pressed Lauren back into the soft pillows, kissing her mouth and moving down her neck. He licked her nipple through her lace then pulled one cup down to take the flesh into his mouth.

Lauren moaned low in her throat. Jack's hand moved 

up her legs and spread her thighs open. She moved against his palm as it skimmed past her aching center and rested on her stomach.

"What do you want me to do," he said softly into her ear. Lauren squirmed.

"Tell me. What you want me to do," he repeated, more insistently.

"I-I. Touch me. Please." She replied.

"Here?" Jack pressed his hand down on her lace-

covered crotch. Lauren whimpered. He shifted his hand back up, then slid into the lace, his fingers brushing lightly against her moist flesh. "Like this?" He rubbed the swelling flesh of her clitoris, then dipped further into her folds. "You're so wet," he breathed into her ear. Lauren could feel his hard length straining against his jeans at her hip.

"Take off your clothes please," she whispered.

Jack stopped to remove his shirt. His chest was leanly muscled and a trail of dark hair feathered his skin from below his belly button and disappeared into his jeans. She looked up to see him watching her.

Lauren shifted to her knees and placed her palm gently on Jack's stomach. He breathed deeply as she slid that hand down to his buckle and undid it. She took the tab of his zipper and slid it down. Jack shucked off his jeans and stood in his briefs. Lauren placed her cheek against his hardness and ran her mouth over the soft cotton covering his straining cock. She pulled the fabric down past his legs and leaned back up to touch him. Jack exhaled choppily.

"Enough." He pushed Lauren back onto the bed and whipped her panties off with one hand. "I have been thinking of this for too long." 

Lauren felt Jack's strong hands push her legs apart, then the rasp of his stubble against her inner thigh. She shivered when she felt his fingers part her, and then she felt his tongue sweep against her inner core.

"Oh. Oh. Jack," she gasped as he licked her delicately, swirling his tongue around her clit. "Jack," he drew his tongue up over her and moved his lips against her. A finger felt its way to her entrance and pushed in gently. The ache between her legs grew sharper as he curved his finger inside her and stroked her while he ate her out.

"Please, I can't – fuck me!" Lauren bucked against Jack's mouth and he drew himself up. He rested his hips against her and she felt his heavy hardness against her, flush against her pussy. He lifted his hips and stroked his cock over her wet folds. "Ohmygod. Please." She arched against him and he flexed his hips. The blunt head of his heavy cock pushed past her entrance and slid wetly into her flesh. Lauren gasped and held onto Jack's shoulders. He looked down at her. A sudden tenderness came into his eyes and he leaned down to kiss her as his hips surged suddenly forward.

Lauren hooked her legs around Jack's back as she felt him enter her fully. The dull pleasure bloomed inside her as he thrust firmly into her. His hard flesh filled her over, and over and he swivelled his hips against her so that his sweat-moistened flesh rubbed against her swollen clit. Each heavy thrust brought her nearer to that delicious peak – Jack raised himself onto his forearms and pounded strongly into her, his cock stiff and slick in her tight passage. 

The last Lauren saw was his dark eyes, lost in sensation and the pleasure mounting with each sharp thrust. She came around his cock and she felt him spurting inside her.

Thoughts and worries flashed in her head as she lay back and Jack moved off her to lie beside her.

The night outside was as dark as the colour of his eyes as he thrust in her.



Kidnapped Ch. 04



Lauren turned over in her sleep. 

Soft, plush pillow, warm covers. And a warm body under her arm.

A warm body??

She jerked awake. It was dark and the room was cast in dark blues. Jack lay asleep next to her, breathing evenly. His long hair fell over his eyes. Lauren removed her hand from his chest and slowly brushed the lock of hair back.

His hand reached up and gripped hers tightly.

"Ah-"

"Oh." Jack loosened his hold. He rubbed his other hand over his eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't know it was you." Lauren blushed furiously at being caught. Silently she thanked the higher powers that were that he couldn't see her properly in the dark. She pulled her hand away but he held on.

She could see a roguish smile on his face even in the shadows.

"Where're you going, mm?" Jack tugged on her wrist lightly and she fell against him. Gasping, Lauren tried to right herself but her body came into contact with his. He looked deep into her eyes. His chest was bare against hers and she felt something stirring lower down.

"Um. I can't stay." 

"Why not?"

"It was supposed to be a one-time thing, remember?" Lauren said almost-pleadingly.

"I guess. But why does it have to be?" Jack placed a hand on the small of her back, pressing her against him.

"Ah..What do you mean – It's just not the sort of thing I do."

"What sort of thing?" His hand caressed Lauren's face gently and she stilled.

"Seeing..my kidnapper." Jack leaned up and pressed his lips softly against hers.

"I can be just a man." As he said so, he spread his thighs and bucked up slowly against Lauren. She leaned into him for a moment. Her mind caught up with her body soon after and she pulled away.

"I can't. It's just too. Difficult." Lauren reached for her clothes on the floor and started pulling them on.

Jack watched her quietly. He sat up and turned the bed light on.

"What – don't do that." Lauren struggled with her dress.

"Do what? Turn on the light so I can watch you dress hurriedly?"

"Yes. That." Lauren slid the straps in place. "Where in hell is my-"

"Looking for this?" Jack held up her black lace undies. She flushed furiously and made a snatch for it but he held it out of her way. "You have to try harder, love." Jack smiled. Lauren bit her lip and walked closer to him. 

"Oh come on Jack don't be childish." She leaned in to grab her panties but Jack shifted it to his other hand and held it away. He laughed heartily at her desperate attempts. "Jack!" 

He pulled her near with one arm and whispered in her ear.

"Say that once more."

Lauren felt her breathing grow deeper. 

"Say it like you did when I was inside you," Jack moved his lips to the delicate shell of her ear. Lightly, he traced it with his lips and took her lobe into his mouth. 

When Jack licked his tongue into her ear Lauren shivered and tried to pull back. 

With one swift motion Jack turned her over and pressed his body onto hers. 

Her arms held up against the bed, Lauren could feel Jack's skin warm against her clothed body.

A wicked smile appeared on his face.

Raising himself off the bed he brought his hips closer to Lauren. 

"I have something you seem to be lacking.." Jack held her down with one arm and used the other to draw her dress up between her legs. "Ah see here. You're missing one piece of clothing." He ran his hand up the skin of her inner thighs. "It simply won't do for you to run around without underwear," Jack said roughly, his face close to Lauren. 

She breathed hard as he touched her deliberately. 

He was naked above her and without meaning to she raked her eyes over his body. He was hard and primed to go.

"Oh you have naughty eyes for such a sweet lady," Jack grinned. His fingers pressed into her moist lips and she gasped softly. "How sweet, I have to find out. Again." 

Lauren watched his dark-haired head move lower, between her legs. The muscles in her stomach trembled.

Jack kissed the soft dip in her belly, then looked up at her. His eyes were dark and a fire started in them. He rubbed his face slowly between her legs and Lauren moaned deep in her throat.

"I thought you had to leave," Jack breathed. He brought his head down and drew his tongue over her musky wetness. Lauren arched against him. He smiled against her flesh and then curled his tongue over her clitoris. 

Lauren fisted the blankets around her as she felt Jack's tongue spear through her slick folds and sweep hard over her. 

"Oh Jack," her voice came out soft and husky, alien to her own ears.

"You taste so good," he answered. When he looked up Lauren leaned down and pulled him up to her. The puzzled look in his eyes brought a smile to her face.

"What? You can't be the only one having all the fun." She turned him on his back and he let her, watching her movements all the while.

He was beautiful. His skin stretched taut over his lightly-ridged muscles, a fine smattering of hair on his chest and starting from his belly button.

Lauren looked at the evidence of Jack's arousal.

He fidgeted.

"What..what are you looking at," he muttered.

"Nothing. Just you." Lauren smiled. "You made me stay so I have to return the favour of feeling uncomfortable. Although I doubt you'll find this very uncomfortable." 

She leaned in and ran her tongue around the skin of his balls. 

Jack shuddered and placed a hand in her hair. He looked down to see her eyes watching his, as she ran a moist tongue around the head of his rigid cock. 

"You taste good, too," she whispered, circling his hardness with her tongue before taking more of his length into her mouth.

Jack groaned and bucked up into the wet hold of her mouth. The pleasure that spread from her lips was exquisite. Lauren held his cock with one hand, slowly pumping him, while the other hand cupped his balls.

It was amazing. Her mouth wet and warm, gently sucking on his aching flesh while her hands rubbed over the sensitive skin between his thighs.

"Get up here." Jack leaned down and pulled her up on her knees. With a single movement he got behind her and slid into her slick flesh. 

Lauren gasped and arched back against him.

He slid one hand down between her legs and rubbed her clit as he sawed his cock in and out of her clutching pussy.

"Does that feel good," he said against her ear.

"Yes," she answered with choppy breaths, "Yes, Jack," her eyes fluttered as the sensations overwhelmed her.

Jack lifted himself higher on his knees and fucked her with short, hard strokes.

"Oh god," Lauren moaned. He pumped in her, faster and faster. His hard cock sliding in and out of her sensitive flesh, his hand insistent on her knot of nerves.

"Come for me," Jack whispered in Lauren's ear. She trembled against him. As he said those words he fucked her faster and kept his fingers circling her clit. Then Lauren felt Jack insert his tongue into her ear and the sharp pleasure shot through her body. Crying out she came in shuddering convulsions. Jack leaned back and pounded hard into her. Faster, faster, once, twice, thrice.

He pulled out and came over her back.

Lauren blinked slowly as she came down from her sexual high. She heard Jack walk into the bathroom and re-emerge. He wiped a towel gently over her back and then pulled her close.

"Don't leave me."

Lauren looked at him.

"You know I have to. We can't stay here together. I can't stay with you, and we can't do this again." She sighed through her words.

"But why? I don't understand – because your parents will object? We can run away, find another place all our own-"

"No it's not just that, it's the whole situation it's just too fucked up don't you see?" Lauren took the panties that had fallen and pulled them on. Jack stilled.

"The situation is fucked up," he repeated. Lauren turned to look at him.

"Yes. It is. You kidnapped me and now you're fucking me." A strange look flickered over Jack's face.

"Well. If you really are so against it I really can't tell." He searched for his clothes and started pulling them on as well. "As I recall you offered to return the favour at the warehouse," a hardness came over his voice and features. 

Lauren cringed at the memory. She reached out and gripped Jack's arm. He looked at her emotionlessly. Before she could say anything he spoke first.

"I understand. You wouldn't be with someone like me."

He turned away and walked into the bathroom.

"Close the door on your way out."

Lauren stood there, her hair dishevelled. She looked at Jack's back as he shifted through clothes in the bathroom. An odd sadness came into her heart and filled her mouth.

"Goodbye Jack." It came out as a whisper and she wasn't sure if he heard it.

When she closed the door to his apartment Lauren felt something close inside her as well.



Kidnapped Ch. 05



Lauren stepped nervously into the club.

She seldom went to clubs, as a rule. The mindless mass of bodies and throbbing music did nothing for her. Still, she was there with her friend Jess, who insisted on bringing her in an attempt to inject normalcy in her life.

Normalcy. Lauren snorted. She took the martini that Jess offered her and leaned against the bar, watching the people milling about. The heavy thud of the music beat incessantly in her head. Jess took her arm. 

"Come on Lauren we Have to dance!" 

She grimaced.

"You go ahead, I'll join you later," she shouted over the din. Jess pursed her mouth then turned to join the heaving crowd.

Lauren let her eyes glaze over as her mind stilled amidst the loudness. Finally she picked up her clutch and made her way to the door.

A strong chest clad in a black long-sleeved shirt blocked her way. Lauren frowned and tried to step around the person blocking her but he mimicked her movements. Frustrated she glared up into his face.

Her mouth went dry.

"Jack? Wha-"

"What's wrong, Jack," a sultry voice followed by a dark-haired woman emerged from behind Jack. Lauren stared at her, forgetting to shut her mouth until Jack motioned at her.

"This is Lauren. One of my..acquaintances." His eyes met Lauren's and she flushed.

"Oh. Well. Hello." The woman had full lips, pursed in indignance at the moment, and her brows were beautifully sculpted and arched high on her forehead as she surveyed Lauren. Lauren felt suddenly small in her tight white dress.

"If you'll excuse us," Jack said coolly. He stepped past Lauren, leading the woman with him by the hand.

Lauren gaped after them.

She stood at the side watching in a mixture of disbelief and sheer shock as Jack led his partner on the dance floor and began moving to the music. The woman was gorgeous. Her hair was thick and sinful as chocolate, spilling in soft waves down her black. The straps criss-crossing her back brought out the smoothness of her skin as she danced sensually, moving her body against Jack.

Jack. Tall and handsome on the dance floor. Jack. His sleek body concealed under crisp clothes, just a hint of his dark hair peeking out of the vee of his shirt, left casually unbuttoned at the top. His eyes exuding heat in the dark. 

Lauren struggled to look away but her eyes were fastened on the couple dancing. Jack turned the brunette around and she pressed her flesh against the front of his body. He leaned in and licked her ear as he slid a hand around to hold her close. Lauren shivered as she remembered how his mouth had felt. When she saw Jack's hand move up the woman's thigh she snapped out of her trance and set her mouth in a grim line.

Turning on her heel she walked out of the club.

Jack looked up from his escort's neck. He took a step away from her.

"That will be all." He turned and left the brunette standing on the dance floor, smirking.

Lauren went clacking down the street in her high heels. Irked, she paused to slip them off and held them by their straps. She muttered angrily to herself as she walked down the path, the night dark around her, broken only by the faint yellow light of dull street lamps.

Her cellphone vibrated in her bag and she fished for it irritably.

"Hello? Yes, I left. No, I'm not disturbed or anything. I'll see you tomorrow, Jess," sighing, Lauren slipped her cell back into her bag.

She turned a corner and a strong arm pulled her into the alley.

"Let go!" Lauren screamed. The fear that had once filled her back in the warehouse with Chuck and Wayne came flooding back and she struggled against her captor's arm. "Let go of me!!" She reached down and sank her teeth in his arm. His grip loosened and she wriggled out.

"FUCK. What the hell did you do that for?" 

Lauren stepped away and stared into the shadows.

"Jack??" His familiar face emerged into the dim light, that lock of hair falling over his eyes, which were edged with fury.

Suddenly irrational anger filled Lauren.

"What in fuck were you doing??" She raised her clutch and smacked at him hard. Shocked, Jack took a step back. "Why did you follow me? Stay there with that skank! I don't care what you do!" Her face was flushed and her eyes bright with indignation. Jack looked at her. A wry smile spread on his lips and Lauren gasped at him.

"You stupid asshole." She shot him a chilly look and turned to go. He reached out and grabbed her as he always did.

"Will you fucking stop that!" Lauren yelled into his face. Jack stilled. "What are you doing here? Why are you following me??" Jack cast his eyes down for a minute, then looked back at her. The look in his eyes made her freeze.

"I had to see you. I didn't know how else to get your attention. You left me. Nobody does that." Jack tightened his jaw as he spoke. "I just wanted to see you." 

"And the girl?"

"She's nobody. Just someone I paid." He ran his hand over his chin. Lauren looked at him incredulously.

"Okay. So what do you want?" 

Jack stepped closer to her and took her hands in his. "I want a chance. Just one chance, that you'll see me as a man and not..not. Anything else." He leaned down and lowered his head to hers, just looking at her. 

Lauren returned his look, with hesitation. She watched him for a long time, trying to read his eyes. Finally she sighed and dropped her hands from his.

"I don't know what to do. You exasperate me. And yet I keep thinking about you." She turned away and studied the moths flitting around the street lamp a few paces away.

Jack stepped up behind her and drew her back with him. He pressed her gently against the wall and looked at her. 

"Don't think about anything else," he said softly. She looked into his dark eyes, and down at his lips. He moved closer and she could feel his clothes shift against her. His thighs, strong against hers and his heart beating slowly. She kept her eyes open as he moved his mouth nearer to hers. He paused, then coaxed her lips open with his tongue. A small shudder ran through her as he swept his tongue inside her mouth slowly. She took his mouth and clutched at his shirt as he pressed his hips against hers. Already she could feel the swell of him against her stomach. 

"Jack," she breathed. Jack tilted his head against hers and she turned as he pressed his mouth to the curve of her neck. The delicious slide of his tongue on her skin had her eyes fluttering shut as his hands moved to the crest of her breasts. They felt heavy and ached in his palm. Lifting his head Jack looked at her. He pulled the fabric of the white cotton tube dress down and watched her as he laved his tongue over her nipple.

"Jack we're- we're in public we can't-"

Jack placed a finger on her lips. He drew her nearer and spread his thighs so that his hardness fit snugly between her legs. She groaned as he started moving his hips against hers. The stroke of his hard member against her quickly-moistening panties fired her blood and she leaned into him when Jack reached down and eased his fingers over her panties. He rubbed her through the cotton and she opened her mouth silently. His mouth tugged on her nipples and she uttered guttural sounds. Jack's eyes focused on her and he pulled her panties down her legs. Slipping them off he slid his hand back up her thighs.

"You've missed this haven't you," he whispered harshly in her ear as his fingers found her aching center and caressed her hard. Lauren gasped and bucked against his hand, reaching in between her legs and moving up and down, fingers sweeping over her clit and dipping into her wet folds.

"Tell me you've missed this," Jack hissed as he inserted a finger, then two into her aching passage. She tightened around him, moaning as he curved his fingers up into her softness and soothed her rising need.

"I have. And I'm sure you have too," she answered, a wry smile on her face as she smoothed her hands down Jack's chest and over his hardness, stiff against his pants. He clenched his jaw as she gripped him through the cloth and stroked him hard. She tugged at the zip and buttons, leaning in to his ear to whisper, "Take me now. Take me hard," 

Jack's eyes flashed and he stepped back to unfasten his pants. He pulled his cock out, hard and thick in his palm, stroking himself as he watched Lauren. She leaned against the wall, her tongue sliding out as she looked at him. 

"Take you hard?" Jack pressed back against Lauren's hips. She could feel his warm cock thick between her slick lips and she sighed choppily. Jack took one of her legs up over his arm and then swept the other up. Holding her up against the wall he watched her with dark eyes as he speared his thick cock into the entrance of her heated pussy. Lauren's mouth dropped in an "O" as she felt his cock push into her, each inch setting off delicious sensations at her core. 

Jack dropped his head in the curve of her neck and thrust into her. Her body shook as he drove deep into her, drawing out her pleasure with each deep, firm move. Lauren held onto him and cried out. "Fuck me Jack, fuck me harder harder please!"

Her words fuelled his passion and Jack began driving his cock fiercely into Lauren. She felt each slide and give, his source of pleasure fused with hers, and her eyes caught tightly on his as her mouth opened and her eyes rolled up -- His entire body strained, each muscle tensed to drive that one slick organ into her opening. She shuddered and felt the familiar sharp pleasure start low in her body. 

Jack clenched his teeth as the pleasure of Lauren's pussy, like a wet silk fist around his aching cock filled his senses and he felt her spasming in his arms. He reared back and thrust hard in her, pounding himself to his climax.

He drew out of her and started to stroke himself off when Lauren pushed his hands away and got to her knees, pulling his cock into her mouth and sucking him deep in her throat. He stared down at her, shocked and aroused, watching his cock disappear in her soft mouth. He groaned and tilted his head back as she drew his hardness deeper into her throat and ran her hands around his balls, squeezing gently. He came in deep, strong spurts that Lauren took into her throat.

She stood up and dusted her knees off calmly.

Jack stared at her. His senses started coming back to him and he watched her straighten her clothes, bemused.

"Well that was..different." He fit himself back into his pants and zipped them. Shucking his shirt he stood next to Lauren and cast a look at her. "Shall we?"

She smiled suddenly, and looked back up at him. Slipping an arm through the one he offered she fell into pace beside him. "Yes, let's."

Jack hailed a cab and they got in. On the way Lauren looked out of the window at the rain that had begun to fall.

"You know, I will give you one chance. But when my dad finds out, it won't be pretty. At all." She said quietly without looking at Jack. He kept silent. 

"Come and stay with me. Tell your parents you're going on a vacation. Or something. Anything. Just stay with me for a month. And then decide if you want to stay longer," Jack took her hand in his. Lauren looked at the street passing by outside. She thought for a moment, then turned her head to look into his eyes, serious and earnest.

"All right. One month," she let a small, nervous smile hang at the corner of her lips. The elation in Jack was palpable as he leaned forward and kissed her.

The cabbie looked in the mirror.

"Right here?"

"Yes, yes," Jack answered.

He paid the fare and they took the steps to his apartment.

"Are you hungry?" Jack asked, smiling. His smile was so real now, there was no hint of the brooding man that had sat in the corner and watched her in the warehouse. Lauren nodded. "Well I could make some pasta if you like. Do you like mushrooms?"

Lauren grinned. "I love mushrooms." 

Jack arched a brow at her tone and laughed. "Okay. I'll be quick. Just get comfy." Lauren fell onto the couch and stretched languidly.

Jack opened cupboard doors and removed the utensils required. He cooked the pasta quickly, drained it and placed it in a serving bowl, and was stirring the sauce with a wooden spoon when he felt arms snake around his stomach.

"I'm cooking," he chuckled. Lauren pressed her nose into his shirt, inhaling his scent.

"I know. But I'm hungry," she clutched him tighter and he smiled to himself, lifting the spoon to taste it. 

He didn't expect it when he felt her move in front of him and tug at his zip. Startled, Jack looked down, the spoon still raised in the air, as Lauren took his semi-hard cock out of his pants and drew her tongue over him.

"Wha-"

"I said I'm hungry, and I can't wait," Lauren pouted. Jack raised his eyebrows, watching her suck him. He reached out and turned the fires on the stove off. 

"All right..but the pasta's almost ready, and I- oh.." his eyes half-closed as she took his balls in her mouth, sliding her tongue wetly over the delicate skin. She watched as a fierceness that was by now familiar to her came into his eyes. He reached down and pulled her up. His arms picked her up by her bum and he took her into his room. 

She laughed and kicked as she fell on his bed. She quickly stilled, though, when she looked down to see Jack moving up her body, one hand tugging her panties down and tossing them in a corner. She tensed in anticipation as he moved his head in her stomach. He drew his tongue down from the skin of her abdomen, over her clean shaven mons and down in the moist, fleshy slit.

Lauren moaned in her throat and arched her back. His mouth was exquisite on her, his tongue hard and wet on her clit, stroking insistently. The pleasure spread in pulses from between her legs where he had his head burrowed. She placed her hands in his long, dark hair as he pleasured her.

Jack swept his tongue furiously over Lauren's moist, musky pussy as he felt her tense beneath him. Her fingers clutched at him tightly and he shook his head quickly from side to side as he dragged his tongue over her center. She came in wracking shudders and he slid back up her body to smile gently at her.

Lauren opened her half-closed eyes and touched his face.

"I love you." 

Jack stilled. He looked at her in a mix of shock and another emotion that he couldn't quite put a finger on- something strange and frightening. He drew back from her.

"The pasta is done now," he turned and left the room.

Lauren lay between the ruffled sheets. She sighed slowly.

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P.S. I take your comments into consideration and I've tried to make this longer than it usually is. I appreciate all feedback and I will finish this. :)



Kidnapped Ch. 06



When Lauren woke up there was no one in the bed beside her. 

She felt somewhat disappointed. She'd thought that she would have been woken by a mouth on her skin, at least. Perhaps clichés weren't all they were made out to be. She dragged her legs over the rumpled sheets and made her way to the kitchen.

A small sigh of relief escaped her when she saw Jack standing at the coffeemaker in his boxers, a cup lifted to his lips.

"Good morning sleepyhead," he grinned. He held the cup out to her and Lauren smiled meekly. 

"I haven't brushed my teeth." Jack held the cup lower and looked at her. He crooked a brow and then leaned in and kissed her.

"All right go then," he smacked her butt as she walked by, blushing furiously.

Lauren swilled the water in her mouth and spat out the dirty liquid. As she rinsed her mouth she looked up in the bathroom mirror to see Jack walking up behind her. He came close to her and pressed the length of his body against her back. Snaking an arm around her stomach he drew her closer and nibbled the lobe of her ear.

"Were you disappointed that I wasn't in bed when you woke up, mm?" 

Lauren watched his roguish grin spread on his face in the mirror. She smiled a small smile and nudged him.

"No. Not at all," 

Jack moved his dark-haired head along her neck.

"Really? Mmm. I must say that I find it hard to believe, Lauren," he spread the fingers on the hand that was on her stomach and she inhaled at the touch of his skin against hers. "I bet if I touched you now you'd be wet," he whispered. 

Lauren shuddered and bit her lip. She tilted her head to look back at him and lifted her lips for a kiss.

The phone rang loudly through the apartment.

Jack jerked in shock and Lauren clutched at him. He turned and went to the living room to answer it. Lauren followed him hesitantly.

"I told you, I'm out," Jack's brows were low on his forehead and his jaw was taut. Lauren hadn't seen him this upset in a while. "I won't do it. And don't ever contact me again." He paused to listen to the caller and then burst, "Do what you will! I don't ever fucking give in." He slammed the phone down on the receiver.

Lauren tensed when he turned to her, the lines in his body tight and his face turned into a scowl. She flinched when he reached out suddenly for her and a hint of sadness flashed in his eyes.

"I.." He dropped the hand that he'd raised to Lauren and relaxed his jaw. 

Lauren took his hand in hers and drew it up to her cheek. She laid it against her skin and looked into Jack's eyes. He looked back at her, a soulfulness in his face that she had never seen before. Lauren pressed her lips gently against the sides of his fingers and in the crooks of his palm. Jack opened his fist and caressed her face tenderly. 

In wordless unison they came together and their lips met in a gentle embrace. Jack drew her closer with one arm and she reached one slender hand to graze his neck and the sides of his face. There was no heat in their kiss, just silent giving, the motion of their lips over the other a slow learning of each other. When they pulled apart Lauren was the first to speak.

"Well.. since I'm staying with you for a month, you have to come up with something to entertain me with. I won't be content just staying in you know."

A flash of relief at Lauren's lack of questioning about the phone call flitted across Jack's face and he smiled slowly.

"Of course not. Get dressed. We have places to go."

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"Where're we going?" Lauren peered out of the car window. "I didn't know you drive."

Jack scoffed. "Don't know I drive?" He looked in the side and rear mirrors and turned into a carpark by a small storefront. "I've been driving since I was 13." 

Lauren raised her eyebrows but said nothing. She let Jack take her hand and they entered a tiny shop with an awning done up in pastel hues and pictures of cupcakes.

"Ice cream? Isn't it a little early for ice cream?" Lauren gaped at the colourful tubs laid out in the glass counters.

"It's never too early for ice cream," Jack declared, slinging an arm casually around her shoulder. He pulled her close and whispered, "And it's never too early for sex, either,"

Lauren blushed. 

"So, what do you want, my lady," Jack gestured grandly at the array of chilled confectionery. Lauren laughed. 

"Chocolate, I guess?"

"Chocolate? Chocolate is so boring," he scrunched up his nose. "You take a seat and I'll order for us."

Lauren slid into a cosy booth at the back of the store.

When Jack returned it was with a large glass dish with colourful scoops of icecream, a sinful slathering of chocolate syrup, generous sprinklings of nuts and hundreds and thousands on top.

Lauren let her mouth fall open. 

"I can't-"

"Don't worry about it. Dig in." Jack handed her a silver spoon. "There's your chocolate."

Lauren flashed him a grin and took a gob of the luscious chocolate onto her spoon. She closed her eyes when she slid the cold spoon in her mouth. 

Jack stopped eating and stared at her.

"Mmmm, that's really good," she murmured, scooping up more ice cream.

"That's because it's freshly hand-made every day," Jack said slowly. He stared at Lauren's mouth.

"What?" She pressed a finger to her lip.

Leaning in, Jack moved his face closer and closer to Lauren's till she could feel his breath on her face. She stilled.

"You've got a lil' something there," he said softly. He leaned closer and licked the smudge of chocolate off the side of her mouth. Lauren opened her lips wider and let Jack slip his chilled tongue into her mouth. He licked inside of her and she shivered slightly, clutching at him.

Jack drew back and wiped his mouth with a napkin. When he looked back up at Lauren it was with those heated eyes and she breathed deeper.

"Come on Lauren don't make me let good ice cream go to waste with that mouth of yours," he said, smiling slightly at the end of his sentence. 

Lauren breathed harder and took more ice cream in her mouth.

"I'm not. You kissed me." She attacked the ice cream and Jack hid a grin.

They left the ice cream parlour about half an hour later. Jack strapped himself in his seat and started the engine. He looked at Lauren, who seemed lost in thought. Sighing he reached over and drew her seatbelt from her side and pulled it over her chest. His fingers brushed her skin over her white tank top and he stopped.

Lauren raised her eyes to Jack's. He looked at her for a long time. He couldn't believe that she was there, suddenly, in that moment, couldn't believe that she was right there next to him, having ice cream with him and letting him pull a seatbelt over her. Couldn't believe that she was taking his hand from the seatbelt and placing it on the soft flesh of her breast and encouraging him to knead her gently.

Jack swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. He had never felt this way, never felt this vulnerability before. He tilted Lauren's chin up to his and took her mouth with his. He laved her tongue with his, feeling shocks run up his body and centering in the juncture of his legs, where a hardness was quickly forming. His fingers pushed aside the fabric of Lauren's shirt and flimsy bra and thumbed her nipple. 

Lauren's soft moan urged him on and he dipped his head to lick her nipple slowly. His hand moved down her torso and between her soft thighs. She spread them for him, caught on a breath, and arched toward his hand as he felt her through her shorts.

A sharp rap on the windows jerked the both of them up. A security guard frowned down at them.

"Get a room, you horny teenagers," he muttered, and hobbled away.

Lauren blushed for the umpteenth time and Jack turned back to the wheel. He heard the click of her seatbelt and opened his mouth to suggest the next destination when he felt her hand grasp his cock. He looked at her in surprise.

"Can we go back now, please," she said softly. Jack opened and closed his mouth. He nodded slightly and revved the engine.

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They had barely gotten through the door when Lauren tugged at Jack's shirt while feasting on his mouth. He kissed her back hungrily and tossed his shirt aside, pulling up her tank top to go with it. They stumbled to his bedroom, kissing eagerly all the way, and somehow Jack found himself with his back on his bed and Lauren straddled atop him. She smiled wickedly and trailed a finger down his chest.

"You're bad, Jack. You teased me with that ice cream bit," she said, smiling wryly. Jack opened his mouth to argue but her mouth over the fabric of his shorts stopped him. 

"What is this?" Lauren cupped his growing hardness and pulled the buttons out of their fastenings on his trousers. Jack opened his mouth once more but she tugged his shorts and underwear down swiftly and his stiff member jerked up in the cool air. "Oh my," she whispered, taking it gently in her fingers. Jack clenched his teeth and watched her. 

Lauren gripped his cock firmly and stroked him once, twice. A drop of precum gathered on the head and his eyes were dilating with pleasure. Grinning she leaned down and took the head of his cock into her mouth, laving it with her tongue and then pulling it deeper with the suction of her lips.

Jack shuddered as he felt Lauren's soft sucking lips take his aching hardness deeper into her mouth. He jerked involuntarily, thrusting his shaft deeper into her throat. She gagged a little and drew her head back, only to sink back down on his cock with renewed vigour.

"God, Lauren you're killing me," he said through gritted teeth, and used all his strength to pull her up to him. She kissed him and he felt his own musk on her lips, and it turned him on even more. Flipping her on her back Jack laved her neck with his tongue and her moans brought him to the curve of her belly where he bit at the flesh. He ran his tongue up the wet seam of her panties and she exhaled raggedly.

"My, you're wet," Jack laughed. He pulled Lauren's panties down and dragged a finger through her wet lips, teasing the swelling nub at the top. She gasped and he sucked the moisture off his finger while looking at her. The drowsy heat in her eyes grew fiercer and Jack felt his own passion rise. He leaned forward, dipping his head between her legs, his long hair falling over his eyes and her skin, and drew his tongue over her cleft. Lauren gasped harder and fisted his hair. He stuck his tongue out and lashed her clit with it, stopping to lave her up and down and then circling her flesh with his wet, warm tongue.

"Oh god it feels so good," Lauren started to breathe deeper and Jack slid two fingers down her slit and thrust them deep into her. She bucked against him and he ate her as he fingerfucked her.

She came in deep, prolonged shudders and Jack smiled as he drew himself back up, her moisture shining on his lips. Lauren kissed him, exhausted with her orgasm and climbed on top of him. She spread her legs and they both groaned when they felt his cock probe the flesh of her moist opening. Lauren looked into Jack's eyes. She leaned down and laced her fingers through his hair as she whispered in his right ear, "I love you, Jack," 

In one easy motion she slid down onto his cock and swung her hips hard against his rigid flesh. Jack held her tight and raised himself on his knees, bucking furiously into her. He flipped her swiftly and raised his arms up, fuelled by her words and his desire for her. He plunged his heavy cock into her wet pussy over and over, the dull pleasure blooming inside her, the sharp ache increasing with each frenzied thrust.

Finally he uttered a strangled "Fuck," and rammed into her heavily. She spasmed around his cock and he shot jets of cum into her.

When the post-orgasmic haze had lifted he raised his head and looked at her. His semen was smeared on her thighs and mound. Fear started growing in him and he grabbed his shirt from the corner and frantically tried to wipe the residue away. 

Lauren stilled his movements and held him in her arms.

"Shh, it's all right," she murmured. He slumped tiredly against her and they lay in silence on the bed.

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Note: Sorry for the delay; I have assignments due so the work will be slower..but it will come, I promise. Thanks for the comments. :)



Kidnapped Ch. 07



There is little sex in this story so those who're looking for a quick wank - this isn't for you. :)

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Jack opened his eyes. Brilliant beams of sunlight played on the ceiling. He looked to his left and there she was, sleeping by his side. A lock of her hair curled over her forehead. A faint smile touched his lips and Jack tenderly brushed the strands from her face. He pressed a light kiss on her cheek and she stirred. His gaze fell to where the covers draped haphazardly over her legs and he frowned slightly at the memory of his passion spilled at their juncture. A rumble in his stomach roused him from his thoughts.

Jack stood up and walked to the kitchen, where he placed two pieces of bread into the toaster and turned the coffeemaker on. 

He felt nothing when rough hands grabbed him from the back and a cloth soaked in chloroform was clapped over his face.

The slices of toast popped up a minute later, and no one was there to retrieve them.

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When Lauren woke to an empty bed she wasn't surprised. She knew Jack by now and figured he would be in the kitchen, making breakfast. Sweeping the covers back she yawned contentedly and trotted outside. 

"Jack?" She called as she made her way through the living room.

A chair lay on its side on the floor.

Shocked, Lauren picked it up. She hurried to the kitchen and looked around. The coffeemaker was still on, toast was in the toaster, and there was grit on the floor from dirty footwear.

"Jack? Jack are you here?" She shouted, turning over pillows and opening the balcony doors in a heightening panic. Her fingers closed on a scrap of paper on the coffee table.

"Follow the instructions to this address. Bring no one or we Will kill him."

Lauren gasped. The blood drained from her face and she stood there, the scrap of paper trembling in her hand. 

She ran into Jack's bedroom, gathered her things in a bag and threw on a pullover. The door closed shut behind her.

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The address led to a row of old, decrepit houses. Lauren looked at the scrap she held in her hands. She looked up at the numbers on the brick and found the one she was looking for. The door opened easily. It was dark inside. A broken staircase lay to the left, and musty sofas flanked a dusty table to the right. A familiar voice spoke in the dark.

"Well if it isn't that bitch again, returned to the fold," 

Lauren stepped closer, her fingers fidgeting by her side. "Where's Jack," she stammered.

"Jack is where Jack should be. Come closer, my dear,"

Lauren looked behind her, hesitated, and moved forward.

She wasn't sure if she'd expected it or wanted it when everything went dark.

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"Dizzy.. I'm so dizzy.. What is this place.." Those were the thoughts tumbling in Jack's head when he regained consciousness. He lay on his back on a broad bed covered with rough cotton. Dim sunlight filtered in from where moldy curtains parted at the windows. His hands and feet were tied together and a gag was in his mouth. Blinking, he looked around.

"Well look who's up," Jack looked up and glared at the hulking figure coming up the stairs and through the door. "It's Jack, the little hero who fell in love with the captive," 

Chuck leaned against the doorjamb and leered. "Well we've got some company for you, and just in time, too," 

Wayne appeared around the doorway, an unconscious Lauren in his arms, bound the way Jack was. He looked at Jack expressionlessly and pushed her onto the bed, where she fell against Jack's body.

"Why don't you two enjoy some time together before we get started with the proceedings, eh?" Chuck leaned in and Jack felt his warm, sour breath on his face. "You'll learn that nobody leaves Chuck. Ever." 

The door slammed behind them, but not before Jack caught a glimpse of Wayne's eyes, as he looked back over his shoulder.

"Launnn," Jack mumbled through his gag. He crawled closer to her and moved his face on the musty pillows, dislodging the gag from his mouth. "Lauren! Lauren wake up, are you alright?" He pressed his lips into her face, dry tears squeezing from the sides of his eyes. "Please please be alright," he gasped. He lay his head on her body. 

A convulsion in Lauren's stomach roused Jack. He looked up. She was coughing into the gag in her mouth. Jack reached up and pulled it out with his teeth.

"Lauren. Are you alright?" He leaned over her with concern in his eyes. Lauren blinked slowly. 

"Where are we? Oh Jack, you're okay,"

"Yes yes I am. Of course I am. How could I not be when you are," Jack sighed. He looked around the room. "Chuck took us to some house. Wayne is with him too and I think they hired someone else, I don't know. Wayne looks like he's thinking really hard though," He lay his cheek against Lauren's. "I'm so sorry for all this. I should've left you alone. I should've listened to you when you said you can't be with.. with someone like me," his voice broke and Lauren felt sadness clench her chest. She bowed her head to his and kissed his lips softly. 

"No, I thought I was searching for something but it was you all along," she whispered. Jack raised his head and looked into her eyes. He tightened his jaw. 

"We will get out of this. We will. I know Chuck. I just have to give him what he wants. He will let you go." 

"No! I'm not leaving without you!"

"Just listen to me. I will get you out of here. Run away where he can't find you. I will look for you then,"

Tears started to fall from Lauren's eyes and Jack brushed them away with his nose.

"Don't cry. Please don't cry."

"How touching." A voice sounded from the doorway. Jack and Lauren looked up. "You should've left when you could, y'know. Chuck won't let this go so easily," Wayne drawled, folding his arms casually. 

"What does he want from us?" Jack bit the words out.

"Well he wants you. And he wants you to not want her, since you'd been serving him so dutifully until little Miss Weepy came along, with her thin shirts and sad eyes," Wayne tapped his lips thoughtfully with his fingers. "But right now I think all he wants is some action, that you prevented the last time."

Shock started in Jack's eyes and spread slowly through his body. He looked at Lauren, trembling beside him. He closed his eyes. When he reopened them they were serious.

"Wayne. Please. I'll do anything. Let her go." 

Lauren moved urgently against him but Jack ignored her. He kept his eyes trained on Wayne. 

Wayne regarded him for a long while.

"I'll talk to Chuck about it." His eyes softened. "You better get some sleep. Chuck will be back in a few hours." He closed the door behind him and Lauren lay her head on Jack's chest. They drifted off to sleep, exhausted and drawn tight by the tension they'd experienced in the day.

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"Rise and shine, sleeping beauty," 

Lauren was dragged off the bed. Her gag was inserted in her mouth once more. She looked up to see Chuck over her. Jack scrambled to right himself on the bed but Wayne held him down.

"Oh, Jack. Wayne has spoken to me and I am aware of your intentions. I'm more than happy to let her go but I have to ensure your loyalty to me, you see. You didn't exactly stick around the last time," Chuck grinned, showing his crooked teeth, and propped Lauren up on an armchair in the corner. He tied her arms and legs to the sides of the chair. She struggled in his grasp but he held out his hand and hit her across her face. "Do cooperate or I won't be held responsible for the consequences."

Jack's eyes widened and he fought Wayne violently but he held him down, straddling his stomach and looking over his shoulder to watch Chuck.

Lauren struggled under Chuck's heavy weight as he held her down and ripped her shirt from her shoulders. She screamed into her gag but the sounds were muffled by the fabric. All she could see was Chuck above her, moving erratically, removing her clothes till she was left with only her undergarments. 

Jack bucked against Wayne's hold but he wouldn't budge. He yelled for Lauren but Wayne stuffed his mouth with the ratty rag at the side. 

"Are you watching this, Jack-o? This is what will happen if you ever leave us for this bitch again," Chuck smiled wickedly as he held Lauren's legs apart and traced her pussy through her panties with a fat thumb. 

Jack felt his heart weaken within him at the sight that met his eyes. Lauren whimpered into her gag as Chuck ripped the panties from her legs and spread her legs apart. He lowered his head and licked into her. 

"Mmm. Now I know why you left us, Jack," Chuck murmured, flashing Jack an evil grin. 

Lauren clamped her legs shut and rammed her back into the chair, trying to get away from him. 

Chuck stood up and unfastened his belt.

Rage flashed in Jack's eyes and Wayne hesitated. With a mighty heave Jack snapped the bonds on his wrists and threw Wayne off his body. He fell against the side table and struck his head on the edge, falling unconscious to the floor. 

Jack hurled himself on Chuck and whipped out the pocket knife he knew Chuck always carried in his trousers. He cut the bindings around Lauren's hands and feet and held the knife to Chuck's neck.

"Run, Lauren. RUN," he gasped through the effort of holding Chuck back. 

Lauren stood, shaken, and stammered, "But Jack-"

"I SAID RUN," 

She faltered by the door, then looked at Jack where he grappled with Chuck.

"I love you Jack," she wept.

"I love you too -- now GO!" Jack shouted as Chuck threw himself back onto him.

When he looked up from Chuck's sweaty arms Lauren was gone.

"Well that was very brave of you, Jack-o," Chuck laughed. Jack still had his arms around him and was lying on his back, but he was tiring quickly and Chuck knew that.

Wayne stirred in the corner. 

"The hell, Jack?" He groaned, sitting up and rubbing his head.

"Come here and get him off me, you lout," Chuck growled.

Wayne stood up on wobbly legs and with Chuck's combined strength got Jack off him and into the armchair where they bound him.

"Well. I ain't gonna go after her, but you're gonna stay right there for a few days just so you remember who's boss." Chuck spat in Jack's face and walked out.

Jack trembled in the chair. He pictured Lauren's trembling body in his mind and he broke down in the silent house.



Kidnapped Ch. 08



Lauren burst into the house. Trembling, she threw all her belongings into a suitcase she found under the bed. Tears fell from her eyes as she opened the wardrobe and took one of Jack's shirts. She inhaled his scent from the fabric and tossed that, too, into the suitcase.

She left nothing behind except the one person she loved the most.

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She waited days, at first. Pottering around a little apartment rented far away from where Jack lived. She stayed up nights, unable to sleep, watching television with the sound turned off, her eyes glazing over more and more as the hours swept by. 

When a month was up she had to return home. Her parents were worried but she assured them, in a tone that they found strangely void of emotion, that she had to leave and "find herself". They let her go, with assurances that they'd send money wherever she was. She left to a small quiet town, where the people knew each other by name, and nobody minded a single silent girl moving into the apartment at the edge of town and buying a store to sell flowers.

She dreamed of him, at first. His eyes, his smile. She lay awake at night, night sounds a gentle murmur outside. Her arm over her eyes, staring at the ceiling and wondering if he would ever come for her. Sometimes when she felt a smidgen of emotion return to her she'd weep into her pillows. On days when she found herself close to breaking down she'd open the closet doors and pull out the single shirt she brought that belonged to Jack. She'd bury her face in it and for a moment remember everything.

Months passed and there was no scent remaining in his shirt. Lauren kept it in a tiny chest by the side of her bed. She began talking again. When customers came into her store she actually smiled at them, although her smile didn't touch her eyes or her heart. She found herself able to get by without using the money her parents sent her, and she allowed herself little luxuries that she'd always wanted. A cat named Sapphire, a Tonkinese with blue eyes and a testy temperament. A large flatscreen TV for her nights alone. Sparse but beautiful furniture to fill her empty apartment. She thought about Jack less and less. His eyes no longer sparkled in her dreams. And one day when a tall man walked into her shop, his eyes startlingly blue like Jack's, his hair cut short (unlike Jack's) and stole glances at her from where he stood near the petunias, she found herself looking back.

That day she took Jack's shirt from the chest and threw it into the trash.

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Jack looked up. The girl in the other corner of the warehouse squirmed on the floor. He drew a heavy sigh.

"I've told you over and over just be still and follow orders and you'll be fine." He eyed her skimpy top. Why did women dress so provocatively to bed? He shrugged off his jacket and draped it over her. The girl strained against her bonds and the tape over her mouth. She pleaded with him with her eyes.

Jack looked at her. "No, I'm not going there again," he said, almost as if to himself. He turned and sat back down against the wall.

Wayne came sauntering in, a broad grin on his face.

"Hey Jackie you'll never guess who I chanced upon the other day when I was visiting my sister," he removed his cap and laid it on the table. Jack looked up with wary eyes.

"Who," he murmured, sharpening his knife on the sole of his boots.

"Your little Lauren!" Wayne laughed.

Jack started.

"She was in some shop selling flowers and there was a man by her side! Guess she didn't take long to move on," Wayne guffawed. He plopped down beside Jack, whose eyes were hooded. Jack eyed the glint on his knife. The ache that had been in his chest ever since she'd left grew deeper. 

"Well, you didn't exactly go after her as you promised so I guess it's not really her fault," Wayne went on, studying the grit on his nails. Jack narrowed his eyes. He said in a low voice, "It's not that I didn't go after her. You know well enough I've not been allowed anywhere." 

Wayne pursed his lips. "Well I know you Jack. If you'd wanted to you would have. Maybe you just don't want her anymore, huh?" 

Jack leaned in close to Wayne. He held his knife close to his neck. 

"I want her more than you could ever want anything. Shut your filthy mouth if you don't know anything." His words left his dry lips in a hiss, and Wayne kept still even as he leaned back.

"Where is she, anyway." 

"A little town. Y'know. Where my sister lives. Has a shop selling flowers called Ambrosia." Wayne muttered, easing the skin on his neck.

Jack studied the floor before him.

"You know Jack. It really is best to leave her alone. There's no way Chuck will let you have her, and you know that," Wayne said quietly.

The girl fidgeted in the corner. She took in every word they said. Her eyes flashed brightly in the dim light.

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"So I've never been a fan of vanilla. It's just so common, so.. so unexciting. You know?"

Lauren smiled at the man who spoke. His name was Leonard and he was the tall man in her shop, the one with blue eyes. He'd asked her out and she'd agreed. They went out a few times and it had been a few weeks but she found herself smiling a lot more. She wasn't happy, but she wasn't sad anymore, and that was something.

"Yes, I know. Which is why I prefer chocolate. Although there are people who say that chocolate is boring." Lauren answered, dipping a spoon in her ice cream. Jack's face flashed before her eyes. "Chocolate? Chocolate is so boring," he scrunched up his nose.

"Who would say something like that?" Leonard raised an eyebrow and took a scoop of his own ice cream. Sapphire climbed on his lap and nuzzled her head against his free hand.

Lauren blinked. "Oh. Just. People, I guess." She stared at the separate dishes they were eating from.

"You've.. you've got something there," Leonard picked up his napkin and leaned in. Lauren looked up at him but all she saw was Jack's face, Jack's intent face as he leaned in and – 

"There." Leonard dabbed at her mouth with his napkin and sat back. "All better."

Lauren looked at him. She smiled faintly. 

"Yes. Yes I guess,"

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Jack stood outside the ice cream parlour. He watched Lauren's sad smile. He studied the man she was with and decided he was a good sort. The sort that was reliable but somewhat boring. The sort she deserved for a good life. He looked at her face, noted a few lines around her mouth that hadn't been there before. She looked beautiful as always, but her hair was longer now, and her face was drawn. He blew a kiss through the window and walked away.

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"Well, missy, it's time for you to go," Wayne grinned. He held the girl's face in his hand and held it close before releasing her. "We've been good to you so don't give us any reason now to hurt you," he blindfolded her and walked out the door.

When she was home the girl threw away her soiled clothes and cleaned herself. She looked in the mirror for a long time. When she'd made up her mind she packed her things and left for a little town.

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"This guy's not much of an actor, is he," Leonard murmured. He picked a handful of chips from the bowl on his lap as Lauren came to the living room. 

"Well.. That's debatable, I guess," she replied. 

The doorbell rang. Sapphire pawed at the door.

Leonard looked up from the screen. "Wonder who that is, at this time," he muttered, stuffing another handful of chips in his mouth. 

Lauren smiled a small smile and went to the door. She looked through the peephole and saw a slender woman shivering slightly in the cold. 

"How can I help you, miss?" Lauren said, drawing the door open slowly. 

"I'm here to speak to Lauren," she said, trembling. "My name is Rose. I've just been kidnapped by a bunch of guys and I heard them talking about you. I followed one of them home and discovered where his sister lives, he said she lives here, where you do." 

Lauren stared at her with wide eyes for a long time. Finally she pulled Rose in and closed the door. 

"Come with me," she said urgently.

"Who's that?" Leonard looked over his shoulder to where Lauren was pulling Rose to her room.

She closed and locked the door and sat on the bed with Rose.

"Tell me everything," Lauren urged. She reached out and held Rose's hand. "Are you all right?"

"Yes, yes I am," Rose stammered. She raked a hand through her tangled hair. "I just had to come and tell you, because I heard them speaking, Jack and Wayne-"

"Jack," Lauren echoed. 

"Yes, Jack. They spoke about you, and Wayne, Wayne was taunting him – and I know Jack is not a bad person because he took care of me-"

"He did? How?" Lauren said sharply, remembering what Jack had done to her in their first encounter.

"He kept me safe," Rose answered, oblivious to Lauren's tone, "and I could tell that maybe he loves you and to think that it has happened before I needed to find someone who's been through it and to report them to the police so it won't happen again, nothing like that ought ever to happen to anyone," her voice broke and she sobbed into Lauren's shirt.

Lauren stroked her hair absently. There were so many things in her head and heart, and she didn't know what to think. 

Finally she raised Rose's head from her and looked at her in the eyes.

"We will. We'll go together and report them. All of them." She slowed. "But you have to give me some time to settle some things first. You can stay here with me if you wish. I will be back in a few days. Leonard will look after you." 

Rose nodded weakly and watched as Lauren left the room.

"I have to go somewhere. Please Leonard, watch over the girl in my room. Her name is Rose. I'll explain everything when I get home," Lauren left the house with those words.

Leonard raised a hand. "Wait – where – where are you going? Lauren? Lauren!" He went to the door and looked out but she was gone.

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Jack lay back on his bed with a sigh. That hot shower he'd just emerged from was what he'd really needed. He was tired. His limbs ached and his head ached and somewhere else deep inside ached as well. He recalled what Wayne had said to him and pictured a man with Lauren. A man loving her smile, her eyes, a man making her laugh and holding her close, loving her loving her, taking her warmth and kisses and – He grunted and got off the bed. Maybe a cup of coffee would help. Even if it meant no sleep tonight. He didn't sleep much anymore, anyway. 

Sighing Jack made his way to the kitchen in his boxers. He stood there, absently watching the drops of dark liquid drip into the mug below.

When the doorbell rang he turned around in surprise.

Narrowing his eyes Jack picked up a knife from the corner. He opened the door slowly.

"Jack," 

It was Lauren.

He looked at her in shock. 

"Lauren. L-Lauren, wha-"

She fell on him, clasping him to her with her slender arms. He dropped the knife he held to the floor. Hot tears squeezed out the side of her eyes.

"You said you'd come for me," she sobbed.

Jack closed his eyes and winced.

"You said you'd come for me no matter what, but you lied," Lauren's voice broke and she beat Jack's chest with her tightly-clenched fists. "I gave you everything but you lied,"

Jack held her back and looked at her with sad eyes.

"I'm sorry, Lauren, I couldn't," he said softly. He held her chin up and wiped tears off her face with his thumb. "I couldn't put you in danger again, you're better off without me, you're better off with stable men like the one who brings you to eat ice cream, the one with the blue eyes," 

Lauren stared up at him with tear-streaked cheeks. "You were there? You saw me? Why didn't you speak to me? Why did you let me think you'd left me there all by myself?" She laid her head against his chest and wept silently.

Jack pulled her into his apartment and closed the door. He picked her up easily and brought her to his room where he laid her on the bed and went to the bathroom to fetch a damp cloth. Silently he wiped her face with it and smoothed her hair back as she shook in wracking sobs.

He leaned down and whispered in her ear.

"I love you Lauren. That's why I left you alone. Because no matter what I want you to be safe, even if it meant that I couldn't ever see you again," he pressed a gentle kiss on her cheek. 

Lauren reached up for him, grasping his hands with her fingers, and pulled him in to kiss him.

When their lips met a heat started low in her body. She reached up to pull him nearer and he leaned against her. He drew back to look at her face. 

"I've missed you so much," he said softly, tucking a lock of her fringe behind her ear. Lauren looked up at him, her eyes shining with tears. She arched her head toward him and he leaned down. When she felt his lips against hers, she sighed softly and opened hers, relishing the feel of his tongue against hers. He kissed her hungrily, his weight comfortable on top of her, and she drew eager hands over his bare chest. She felt him growing against her stomach and she reached down to grasp his length.

Jack groaned choppily, raising his head from Lauren's. His eyes shone with heat and love as he held her up to remove her shirt and shorts. When she lay under him in her undergarments he looked down at her, marvelling at her beauty, her flesh curved perfectly in the cups of her bra and her delicate skin trembling above her panties.

"I've missed you too," Lauren whispered. She took Jack's hand and placed it over her heart. He gazed into her eyes as he traced her nipple through her bra before pulling it down. Lowering his head he took her flesh into his mouth and laved her nipple with his tongue. 

With a pained groan Lauren unhooked the back of her bra and pulled it to the side. With her feet she dragged Jack's boxers halfway down his legs.

He laughed and pulled them down.

"Why so urgent, mm," he said softly, reaching down and cupping her through her panties. He watched as Lauren's eyes grew drowsy with need and he pressed her clit through the fabric. Pulling the panties to the side he drew two fingers over her wet slit as she shuddered. 

"You're so wet," Jack whispered. Lauren smiled gently. "And you're so hard," she returned. She sat up and pulled off her panties, pressing Jack into the bed. She turned so that her mouth was lined up over his thick cock, throbbing in the air, and placed her legs on either side of Jack's face. 

He looked up at her delicious pussy, stunned by what she'd just done, but groaned low in his throat when he felt Lauren lean down and take his cock into her mouth. Jack arched up and pulled Lauren's lower body closer to his mouth. He inhaled her scent and licked up the length of her slit. She shuddered against his mouth and took more of his flesh into hers. The sensation of his thick, hard length in her throat and his wet mouth licking her at the aching juncture of her legs had her eyes fluttering closed. Jack groaned into the delicious musk of Lauren's pussy as he felt Lauren's mouth envelop his cock in a slick vise.

They feasted on each other, till Lauren leaned back, stilling, as she felt Jack's tongue drive her closer and closer to the edge. When she'd shuddered repeatedly against his mouth Jack pulled her off him and laid her on the pillows, raising himself above her. He dropped his head to the hollow of her shoulder and said in her ear, "I love you Lauren." 

Lowering his heavy blunt cock to where her legs spread, Jack looked into Lauren's eyes. She smiled faintly and brushed his long hair off his face, caressing his cheek lovingly. Arching up she moved her moistness against Jack. Closing his eyes, Jack flexed his hips and slid slickly into Lauren. Her mouth formed an "o" and she crossed her legs behind his back. The exquisite sensations bloomed in Jack's lower body and he shifted his weight, thrusting deeper into her. 

Lauren gasped and clutched at him. She bit his neck and shoulders as Jack slid out, then back in, his taut flesh exquisite in her moist channel. She held his head in her hands as he dropped it beside hers and pumped harder and harder into her, his cock heavy and warm, filling her up deeper, deeper, slick with their juices. Feeling the keening edge of orgasm Lauren clutched tighter at Jack, gasping, and he knew from her deeper, raspier moans, angling his cock higher in her as he pounded into Lauren mercilessly. She arched her back off the bed as she came and he thrust feverishly into her. When he came he stayed inside her and they fell asleep, their skin damp and warm against each other.

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Lauren and Rose reported Chuck and Wayne to the police. After some investigation they were trialled and imprisoned. Jack served his share of prison time as well, but it was a much lighter sentence than his compatriots. Lauren broke it off gently with Leonard, who recovered quickly and found that he was very much attracted to Rose, whom he'd spent some time with while Lauren was with Jack. When Jack was released he found Lauren waiting for him at the gates, a plump child in her arms. His grin showed his joy inside and they got married, despite the initial dismay of Lauren's parents, and lived together in Jack's apartment with their child and the cat. They didn't live happily ever after but they were very happy indeed, most of the time. Which is much more than we can say for many couples nowadays.