The sun is shining as we leave the plane. This is the first time in years that I am in the USA. 2 weeks time to explore Disneyland. The drive to our Hotel takes a while and I canât wait for a shower. We check in and enter our room. After unpacking I head for the shower and enjoy the cold water on my heated up body. I wrap a towel around my body and drop onto the bed. The towel loosens and the cool air in the room strokes my body. It is early noon and I decide that we should go into town. I can hear the shower in the bathroom. I leave the bed and start dressing. I put on a silky lacy pair of panties with a matching bra. Then a very light short dress. It snuggles up to my hips and flows around my thighs. I take out a shirt and a pair of light trousers and put them on the bed. Then I slip on a pair of shoes and shout out that I am in the lobby waiting. I grab my sunglasses and leave the room.
The lobby is filled with people and kids. I grab a few leaflets and settle down in a chair. After 5 mins a shadow drops over me and I look up to see my husband in front of me. I smile at him and get up. He takes my hand and we leave the hotel. First we search for a place to grab something to eat and after that we wander through the streets looking at shops. The sun starts setting, leaving the sky in a beautiful orange. He puts his arm around me as we start making our way back to the hotel.
I didnât realize that we had walked so far. It starts getting darker as the day made way to the night. Slowly I started recognizing the streets again and I knew we had only about 10 mins till we were back at our hotel. We walked past a little alley, as someone grabbed my arm and I felt something hard in my back.
âDonât you dare make a sound!â a deep voice growls at me, âI want all your valuables.â I nod and translate for my husband. I feel the hardness being pressed harder in my back
âWhat are you doing?â my attacker growls.
âI have to translate, my husband doesnât speak English,â I reply. I hand him my handbag and my husbands wallet, hoping he wont ask for the wedding rings. Either he didnât notice or he isnât interested in them. He grabs my arm and I feel it hurt under the hard grip.
âTell your fella that I am taking you for a walk with me. I will let you go once I am safe.â I translate and see the fear in my husbandâs eyes. I smile at him and tell him to stay here. I have to walk backwards, as the criminal pulls me behind him. We turn around a corner and he looses the grip on me a little.
âDid you get anything?â I hear another voice asking. The criminal replies and tells his buddy that he got some stuff. His buddy asks what I am doing here and gets told that I was taken as a little safety, but that I will go now. I hear the second fella laugh and then he tells his friend that they should keep me a while. Kidnapping gets more money than some stupid wallet. Now I start getting panicky. Obviously they both agree, because I get gripped tighter and then pulled towards a car.
One opens the door and the second one pushes me in and enters next to me, a gun pointed at me. His buddy gets in front and starts driving. They avoid the main streets and only use little dark alleys and streets and after what seems like hours we stop in front of a broken down house. I notice that there isnât another house insight, only trees. My kidnapper takes my arm again and pulls me out of the car. I stumble after him into the house. We walk through the hall, through the kitchen and there he opens a door that leads to a staircase. He pushes me up it and I end up in a little room over the kitchen.
There is only a small window, but that is barred from the outside. In the room are a chair and an old bed. I get shoved on that and then cuffed to one of the bedposts. Then I am left alone. Now for the first time I let my tears flow. I am lost now. My husbandâs English is down to about 50 words. Will he be able to get help for me? Will they be able to find me here? What will these 2 do to me? I fight against the sleep as I am afraid, but eventually I canât resist anymore.
The sun is up as I wake up, but most of the room is still dark, as the window is too small to let alot of light in. I need to pee and I am thirsty. I sit up and pull my legs under me. I can hear steps coming closer and then the door opens. One of my kidnappers comes in.
âOk, Sweetie,â he says âTime for you to tell me where I can get some money for your sweet ass.â He unlocks my cuffs and takes me downstairs.
âI need to pee!â I tell him. He grunts at me and shoves me into a dirty little bathroom with nailed up windows. I hurry, because I donât know when he will come in and I donât want him to catch me with my panties down. I take a sip of water and then go back out to my waiting kidnapper.
He leads me to another room where his friend is. The whole place is dirty and full of bugs. There are two beds in the room and a couch. Newspapers and cans are all over the floor. I get asked for my name and the name of the hotel I was staying at. I tell him and his friend notes it down and then leaves. I hear the car starting and then the sound of it driving away. I get locked back onto the bed and am left alone.
Ages later I hear the car return. Shortly after one of the men comes up and brings me some food. I try eating it and then see the room darkening again as the sunsets. Another night here for me. The next morning the game of peeing returns and I am back alone in my room again. I canât tell what time it is and only know if it is day or night due to the little light falling into my room. The food I get is mostly fast food and only once a day.
Another 3 days pass and I am still here. I can hear my kidnappers fighting downstairs. One wants to let me go, and the other wants to keep me. Suddenly a shot falls and then silence. I press up against the bedpost and pray that the one wanting to keep me is the one that was shot. Step coming closer. The door opens. I breathe heavily and stare at one of the men. He grins at me and I know that he is the wrong one.
âWell, well, Honey! Now your sweet ass is mine!â he snarls at me. I shake my head. He comes closer pointing the gun at me. He forces me to take off my panties and pull the skirt up. He licks his lips as my pussy comes into sight. He unbuckles his belt and undoes the zipper. My mind is racing for an escape, but I know that there is none. He kneels on the bed in front of me and takes out his hardon.
âSpread your legs Bitch and get a filling by my Cock,â he growls, âand donât try no shit coz I will shoot you and fuck you then!â I spread my legs slowly. Too slow for him, because he pushes a knee between my legs and forces them apart. His hand reaches out and he rams a finger into me. I scream out and he slaps me. Blood starts running from my split lip. I shiver. His finger leaves me and he sucks it into his mouth, tasting me.
âTastes good Bitch!â In the corner of my eye I notice a shadow on the stairway. I try not to look that way, hoping for help from whoever it is. My kidnapper moves closer to me. The shadow turns into a man, dressed totally in black with a mask and a pulled gun. He is tall and muscular. His movements are quiet, as he slides along the wall to a spot behind the kidnapper.
âDrop the gun and take your hands up or loose your life!!!â the deep voice of my rescuer growls. I can see the eyes of my kidnapper widen, as he realizes that he has been caught. He jumps up to one side and points the gun at the other man, but he is quicker and shoots. The next seconds go by me in slow motion. I can see the bullet flying through the air and then hitting the criminal in the chest. Blood escapes and he falls to the floor.