I lay back down on my bed, kicked off my shoes and shorts and cuddled under the blankets. My alarm clock beside me read: 9:34 p.m. Well, it wasn't really bedtime, and I'd had that amazing nap earlier, but what else was there to do, alone in my room?
I reached over to my alarm clock and pushed the radio button. At least I still had music. I scrolled through the stations to a high-energy dance station.
I snuggled back down under my frilly pink comforter that my Mom had bought me for my tenth birthday. I brought it up to my nose and inhaled the scent of it. It didn't smell like Mom, but it did smell like the detergent she'd always used. We kept using the same things she had to keep her alive with us. It was silly and sentimental, but it made me feel good.
I threw the comforter off my bed. Angry that she'd left me. Angry that she'd left Logan to be my boss. Angry that I was alone.
My breasts felt itchy, so I pulled my shirt off and rubbed my hands over my breasts to relieve the itchiness.
I imagined Mark's hands on my breasts, kneading, squeezing, licking. Oh yeah. There was somewhere for me right now, in my fantasies.
Mark's fingers traced around the edges of my nipples, and then they pinched the buds gently, harder, gently again. His other hand slowly moved down my body to my navel. His fingers traced around the edges. Then he licked a finger and made wet traces around it, and his finger trail began to move south. I could feel his fingers toying with the trimmed pale blonde hair covering my mound. He pulled it gently and then explored lower still. His fingertips brushed over my clit and it came alive. It stood up proudly and his fingers pinched it and twisted it gently. Then his other hand was down there too. First one finger, then two, entered my wetness and began to slide in and out slowly at first and then faster, harder.
I squeezed my clit harder and then started to rub it furiously. Oh it felt so good. My fingers continued their assault on my pussy and continued to fuck me as hard as I could make them.
I could feel the orgasm approaching and I slipped two more fingers in. I kept pushing as hard as I could, filling myself with everything I had.
I sat up with a jolt. I looked around the room madly and then my eyes found what I was looking for. On the top shelf of my bookcase was a blue gift box, and inside it was the toy Mark had given me as a joke on my 18th birthday. I jumped off the bed and grabbed the box, pulling out the obscene looking purple, glittery, rubber penis.
I went back to my bed and lay down again. I looked at the purple monster in disbelief and then remembering how good Mark felt inside me, pushed the end of it against my lips. I rubbed it up and down a little, to moisten it, and then started to slide it in slowly.
The dildo caught on my lip and started to pinch, so with my other hand I spread my lips open as far as I could hold them and tried again.
It was cold, and felt weird. It was definitely harder than Mark, less give to it, but it was not as wide. It felt so good as I slid it in further and further, pulling back gently to wet it in my juices some more.
Slowly, I began to push it in harder and further, then pull it out quickly and push it back in just as fast. I kept this up for a minute or so and then my other hand found my clit again. I rubbed it tenderly, every few seconds, giving it a bit of a pinch or a twist.
Both my hands worked diligently as I began to return to Mark's bedroom, with Mark hovering over me, sliding his penis in and out, harder and faster, slowly and gently.
The waves began to start, first in my toes and up my legs. I could feel it in my shoulders and neck, and then down my chest. My heart pounded like crazy and I couldn't contain it any longer.
My mouth opened to moan but the noise came out strangely as the best orgasm I'd had yet engulfed me. My hands shook as they tried to keep up with the waves of pleasure flooding my body. Finally I gave up with the dildo, but my other fingers continued to tease my clit. They stroked it more gently now, easing off as the orgasm slowed down.
I pulled the now favourable purple monster out slowly, sending shivers up my spine as the head of it finally popped out. I dropped it between my legs and reached over the edge of my bed for my comforter.
I snuggled down underneath it and my knee brushed against the dildo. I reached down and picked it up, placing it firmly up against my lips, length-wise so that one end stuck out behind me, and clamped my legs together on it. I rolled onto my side and let out a sigh.
"Oh Mark, where are you?" I murmured as I let my exhaustion get the better of me.
**
It must have been the middle of the night when I heard the noises. I opened my eyes, but it was pitch black out. I started to sit up and then felt something strange between my legs. I reached down and then remembered as my fingers wrapped around the end of the dildo.
I listened carefully, trying to figure out what the noises were and where they were coming from.
CRASH!
I jumped out of bed as my door came down into my room. It slammed into the end of my bed and I could barely make out two shadowy figures in my doorway. They began to move towards me.
The first guy picked up the door and shoved it off the bed to make a path directly to me.
I couldn't move, I was frozen to the floor as sheer terror enveloped me.
I screamed at the top of my lungs. Just noise, and as much of it as I could make in one breath. Then as I went to take my second breath a hand clamped over my mouth and an arm wrapped around my waist as I was hoisted up over his shoulder.
He kept his hand on my bare ass and he turned around to face his accomplice. I could see nothing as my face was buried into my kidnapper's back.
My senses were filled with something suddenly so calming and I relaxed completely as a blanket was tossed over me to cover me up.
I closed my eyes and let him take me away from my prison.
I was carried out of the house and placed gently into the backseat of a car. I was only guessing, but it felt like I was lowered, as opposed to being lifted into a truck or SUV. A hand patted my head gently and the door closed. Both kidnappers got in and the engine roared to life.
We squealed out of the driveway and drove for what felt like close to an hour. I wondered where we were going. His house was only a five minute drive from mine.
Finally we stopped driving and the back door opened. Hands reached under me, tucking the blanket around me tightly as I was scooped up into strong arms. I leaned my head on his shoulder as I was carried away from the car.
I listened as his footsteps went from pavement to gravel, and then after a minute, silent footsteps. Grass? Carpet?
My kidnapper laid me down on something soft and untucked the blanket from under me so that I could move. I heard the click of a door and then another click, quieter. The light filtered through the blanket and I sat up, keeping it covering me completely. I watched the shadow in front of me and tried to strain my eyes to find the other one.
"So?"
"So what?" I replied hesitantly. Where had the other one gone? I was not coming out from under the blanket unless I knew it was just the two of us.
"Don't worry, he's not here, he was just my getaway driver." He could probably see my head turning side to side as I looked again for the accomplice.
"So it's just us?" I asked and reached up to pull the blanket down off my head.
"Yeah, come on out sexy."
Before I could pull it down, his hands grabbed it and I gasped. He lifted it up from the bottom and peeked his head under. I clamped my legs together and tried to shift my sitting position so I could cover up better.
