A Modern Stocholm Syndrome

Author's note: I read about the Patty Hearst case of the 1970s in which a young heiress was kidnapped, raped, brainwashed, and eventually fell in love with her captors. This phenomenon, which is often referred to as the Stockholm Syndrome, has intrigued me ever since. This is the first chapter of a young Korean woman who suffers the same fate as Patty Hearst but with a twist. I struggled with the story's category but finally classified as "Nonconsent/Reluctant" due to its unusual beginning, forced sex and damn kinkiness. However, to me, it is actually a Romance at heart (or at the very least, Erotic Couplings).

Readers are warned that potions of this story are downright perverse if not plain weird, involving abduction, captivity, rape, and, pornographic fantasy. If these things upset you, please do not read this story -- no harm, no foul. However, if you decide to hang in there, you will find that what happens between Dana and Jim to have been well-researched and is entirely plausible.

As always, all characters are over eighteen-years-old and purely fictional. Enjoy the telling.

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The concrete floor was cold, dank, and rough to the touch as soon as I lifted my head from my forearm that I had used as a pillow. Feeling disoriented, I brushed my thick dark brown hair from my face before opening my eyes and disappointingly found that I was still surrounded in inky blackness. As I uncurled and stretched my five-feet-ten form, I was instantly reminded of my nakedness as parts of me slid off my rough cardboard pad to brush against the chilly concrete floor beneath.

"Damn it! Still stuck in this damn wire cage! Collared and leashed like some dog...a bitch would be a better word," I yelled to myself as I struggled not to cry. My fingertips brushed the now familiar four chain-linked panels that formed my cage and I couldn't help but whispered to myself, "Just enough room for me to stretch my arms and stand...but no more. This cage is still covered with a wire top so that I can't climb out and too damn heavy to lift or tip over. Shit, shit, shit! Why me?"

Wiping away my tears, I forced myself to take several deep breaths to calm myself and immediately became aware of that nagging bladder pressure. "Oh, damn it! I've really got to take a piss...and probably crap too. Where is the cage's entrance... and that damn slot?"

Orienting myself in the darkness of my cage, I followed that damn leather leash that was linked to my equally-damned collar. I knew my restraint was locked to just above the cage's wire door and that below it, was a slot. Lifting the slot's door, I reached through it and found two objects on the other side.

"Ah, here it is," I mumbled. "My large coffee can...well, it used to smell like coffee when I found it the first time...with a plastic sealing lid. Now it smells like Clorox -- but at least it's clean and dry, and with a roll of toilet paper inside." I then had to sigh to myself, "I can remember how embarrassed I was at first. No way was I going to relieve myself in a damn can! God, how stupid I was to think I could use a regular toilet by calling out and demanding to be released for a potty-break -- and then foolishly trying to hold it in."

Removing the toilet paper, I straddled and squatted over the metal can. Reaching between my legs, my fingers spread my hair-lined pussy lips and I quickly released a stream of urine into the can. With a deft tissue wipe when finished, I then repositioned the can underneath my butt hole and then uttering a soft grunt, bore down and defecated.

"Boy, have I gotten good at this," I mused as I made sure to wipe myself clean in the darkness. "I quickly learned that first time that you either piss or shit...but, you can't do both squatting over a coffee can. Was he mad when he discovered my 'mistake' -- hosed me and my cage down with cold water, then threw me an old towel to dry myself...and then another one on which to lay? After shivering from the coldness of the damp concrete floor that night, I learned quickly."

The second object was a tinfoil-covered paper tray that held the expected ham-and-cheese sandwich, half of an apple, a bottle of water, and a foiled packet of sanitary hand wipes. "Thank god, the bastard has some sense of cleanliness -- but too bad he doesn't have much decency!" I complained aloud as I tore open the packet and wiped my face and then my hands. Finally, I carefully wiped my sore and raw genitals to rid myself of the musky smell and stickiness of his semen that caked my pubic hairs.

I thought my food or drink might be drugged to keep me docile and incoherent. I knew I shouldn't eat it but I'm starving. It doesn't matter to him. He just wanted me weak from either drugs or hunger. Although I try to resist him, I was powerless to stop him from being pulled by this damn leash through the cage door and hauled out for another "session."

How long has it been? I've lost track of time. It seems like an eternity -- since I was kidnapped. God, what a nightmare! I still can't believe that this is happening to me. This can't be real. But I'm so confused that I can't be sure of anything anymore. How the hell did this come about? Then sitting down to eat my lousy sandwich, I tried to recall the events that led me to this predicament.

"Well, Dana Kim, what a damn mess you're in!" tumbled from my lips as I muttered to myself. Somehow, it seems just like yesterday I started college. It was my first time away from home, living in a dorm, and on my own. At eighteen, I loved breaking free of the smothering protectiveness of my restrictive Korean upbringing and controlling parents. As the only daughter, I was expected to toe the line and to be prim and proper while living at home. At college, I was able to enjoy life for the first time, and how I looked forward to experiencing what life had to offer.

Unfortunately, it wasn't much. I knew I was totally inept when it came to the opposite sex, but I didn't know just how much. I mean a lot of people said that I was 'nice looking'... ha...what a joke given my nondescript body with its taller-than-normal Asian height, full thighs, flat butt, and small boobs. Simply put, I don't think that I was the type of girl who attracted guys. Maybe that's why I never had a boyfriend -- and only a few casual dates. How many nights did I pine for a boyfriend with whom I could hang out with and have fun?

That's why I was stunned and extremely pleased when Jim seemed attracted to me. Although he wasn't an Adonis, Jim was pleasant, tall, and "nice looking." As an older teaching assistant of the biology lab, Jim could have his pick of the freshman co-eds; yet, he picked me. At first, I didn't know why he kept checking on me, making light of my mistakes and guiding me through the dissections throughout the entire semester. Of all my teaching assistants and classmates, Jim was the only one who was interested in me, and the only one whom I looked forward to being with.

I should have known better when he flattered and joked with me. Jim easily wormed his way into my affection and had me clumsily flirting with him. I didn't think twice about telling him how lonely and alone I was because my roommate had dropped out of school right after the semester started. I remember telling him that on weekends the dorm was practically empty except for me. Did I complain about how I was one of the few girls who couldn't go home for the month-long Winter Break since my parents were strapped for cash and couldn't fly me back? I now know that Jim carefully figured out that over the long Winter Break that I could go missing and people wouldn't even know.

How delighted...and naïve and stupid were more appropriate terms...I was when Jim mentioned that he'd be doing a night-cleaning the specimen laboratory on the first day of the Winter Break. He said he liked being undisturbed working at night but wished that he had an assistant to help him set the lab up for the coming Spring semester.

"Jeez, I still can't believe how eagerly I volunteered to help just to be with him," I said aloud, berating myself and stupidity. "Shit, I didn't even think it odd when Jim reminded me that I should say goodbye to my dorm friends or that he'd pick me up that evening at the bus stop down the street from my dorm. Damn it! I thought nothing of the odd time of his so-called clean-up...duh...who cleans a lab at night?"

I was so intent on looking for him, I didn't even notice the car parked next to the bus stop or the man behind me. I remember a damp cloth pad clamped over my nose and mouth as I was yanked into the shadows. 'Chloroform!' was all my mind could register before my head started to spin and darkness closed in. What an idiot I was!

"Now look at me -- kidnapped, drugged, naked, and raped repeatedly" I shouted in simmering frustration to the cold unresponsive darkness that surrounded me. "Why me? What did I do to deserve this? What do I have to do to get the hell out of here?"

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Nipple! It was the achy hardening of my nipple that triggered my flashback to the first time I was raped. My nipple had become so excruciatingly hard that it roused me from my chloroform-induced stupor as insistent lips that greedily sucked and tugged one of my meaty cylinders from my heaving chest. When my other breast was engulfed by the strange mouth and my nipple lashed voraciously be a rasping tongue, I finally managed to breach the surface of haziness into harsh reality.

"'Oh my god! What's happening! I can't see," I excitedly exclaimed to myself in panic as my mouth and tongue didn't want to function properly. "My eyes are open...but... what? Am I blindfolded? What? I can't move! My wrists and ankles are tied and spread apart! Who just got on top of me? I'm naked! He's naked...on top of me...and touching me... and sucking my tits! Oh, please...no!"

The hands of my unknown assailant boldly traveled my nude length, crudely exploring my trembling teenage body. I instinctively jerked as my dark thatched muff was groped and squeezed, and quickly found that I couldn't move much. It finally dawned on me after futilely struggling that I was spread-eagle with my arms and legs pulled apart by what felt like ropes. I could do nothing but twist in vain as a wet rasping tongue lapped the length of my squirming pussy slit to lick and found my hooded clitoris.

With my heart beating so fast and loud that it was deafening, I recalled weakly crying out in desperation, "Stop! Please stop! Don't hurt me...don't touch me...please! Oh, please..."

A squeal of surprise escaped my lips when for the first time in my young life, the soft folds of my puffy pussy lips were rudely spread by my unknown assailant. I remembered my useless and frantic efforts to close my legs and then to dislodge the squirming foreign fingertip delved into my tender feminine slit, sliding up and then down, before circling and then dipping into my vaginal opening.

"What the fuck! You're a goddamn fucking virgin?"

I froze as I immediately recognized the voice of her captor. "Jim! It can't be! He's Jim!" Shocked beyond belief, I mentally sought to deny what I had just heard and who had uttered those words. "This can't be happening! This can't be!"

The sweaty naked male body slithered on top of my immobilized form, pressing me into the mattress. His breaths came in hot, short pants on my bare skin as I felt myself being mounted and something other than a fingertip probing and spreading the fragile petals of my squirming sex.

"Please, Jim! Don't..." escaped my lips before I knew it.

The body on top of me instantly froze at my utterance for a long agonizing moment, and then suddenly my blindfold was yanked off. I blinked at the glare of blinding light that flooded my tearing eyes until I could focus on Jim's face looming above me.

"This can't be happening!" reverberated in my dazed and confused mind. "It is Jim! Oh, no, please no!"

I shook my head in a futile denial, hoping that this would all be a very bad and sick nightmare. However, when I turned my head away, I was stunned to see that I was surrounded by Jim's digital-recorders that were recording my stark nakedness and my impending rape.

"I was going to just fuck you, Dana -- and then let you go," Jim blurted as he realized the undeniable fact that his toes were well-beyond the edge of the crumbling precipice of original intent. "You wouldn't have known the identity of your assailant, and from what you've told me about yourself, I doubted that you would have gone to the cops. You'd be too ashamed, and your parents would be upset that you let this happen to you," Jim lamented as all hope of anonymity vanished.

"Now, however, you know who I am. That changes everything. I just can't let you go because you'd turn me in."

"No, no, I won't! Please, Jim, let me go! I promise I won't go to the police. Please, just let me go!" blurted from my mouth as I begged in fear and desperation with tears flowing freely from my eyes. "I'll forget about it all -- I promise. Just don't hurt me and let me go! Please, Jim, please!"

"I can't do that now, Dana!" yelled Jim angrily as the change of events became a matter of stark reality. "I can't let you go -- not now. I'm sorry but it's too late. You know who I am. If I don't rape you and let you go, I go to jail for kidnapping and sexually molesting you. Hell, if I'm going to jail, it might as well be for...shit...I have no choice but to do what I had planned to do!"

A shriek tore from my throat as Jim's rock-hard manhood plunged between my splayed legs, shredding my fragile hymen and forever stripping me of my virginity. My back arched in a desperate but futile attempt to pull away but the bindings and the mattress thwarting my efforts. His invading penis plunged further into me, spreading and impaling my unexplored womanhood as searing pain spiked and the flared in my violated sex.

"Jesus fucking Christ! Your cunt is so fucking tight -- so fucking soft -- so fucking good," Jim grunted, totally enraptured by the sensation of his flange penis head being driven into my churning virginal depths. "Although you look so innocent, I always assumed that was just a cutesy act. I thought you were a cock-teasing Korean slut who was just asking for it. Do you know how many times you'd bend over and flash me your small tits? And then when you'd walk away with this certain sassy sashay of your butt that said, 'Come here and fuck me!'

"Ha! And what? You' turn out to be a goddamn fucking virgin! You've probably never fooled around with a guy in your entire life. Fuck! Am I really fucked!" Oblivious of his rant, Jim repeatedly nailed my squirming body to the mattress with his rock-hard fleshy spike, causing me to cry out with each thrust of his hip. His pistoning pile-driver was now well-lubricated by my flowing blood and unexpected pussy juices and fueled by my shrill whimpering. "Fuck, if I'm going to prison for rape, I'm going to fuck you good!"

Struggling in vain, I sobbed, sniveled, and begged but to no avail. Then foolishly hoping to just get my ordeal over with as soon as possible, I naively stopped resisting and let Jim have his way. Although surprised initially, Jim took full advantage of my lack of resistance and leisurely enjoyed the untapped wonders of my eighteen-year-old body. Slowing his pace, he leisurely savored my parted lips, forcing his tongue into my mouth until I responded. Then sucking my small tits and their rubbery nipples until they became engorged and jutted obscenely.

As Jim boldly caressed every inch of a seemingly acquiescing my form, what I did not anticipate was that my traitorous body would involuntarily respond to being ravished for what seemed like hours. To my utter humiliation and confusion, frightening flames of unwanted arousal flared and raged through my twisting body like a roaring wildfire. Although I tried to deny it, I felt embarrassingly alive and for the first time in my life, sexually aroused. To my undying shame, each thrust of Jim's cock stoked an unexpected raging bonfire in the depths of my belly, and its flames roared and soared to greater and greater heights.

"What's happening to me? I'm being raped! I can't be getting turned on?" screamed in my lust-addled brain. "I shouldn't be feeling this way. It's not right -- it's sick! But, I can't help myself. -- but I mustn't. No, I can't let that happen -- oooh, but my nipples are so painfully hard -- and am I dripping wet. Shit, I can't breathe! Oh my god, I don't know what to do -- I can't do anything to stop this! I'm getting tighter and tighter down there! Oh, no, I feel like I'm going to explode! Ooh no, no, no -- don't want to..."

Suddenly Jim uttered a guttural grunt and plunged his entire length into my depths before exploding in the core of my very being. I, however, was totally oblivious to Jim's copious ejaculation as my violated body convulsed wildly as it was unexpectedly consumed by the first gut-rending orgasm of my young life.

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I should have been angry and disgusted at being held captive and repeatedly sexually assaulted over the next few days. Yet, each time I was hauled out of the cage and tied spread-eagle, my body involuntarily responded to new stimulation and addictive sexual sensations to which I was subjected.

I never knew that sex was like this. It was not romantic and sweet, or soft and tender like I had fantasized. No, it's hot, sweaty, vigorous, and dirty...animalistic rutting. It hurt, but then again...

Confused and distraught, I wasn't sure anymore if that flush that reddened my cheeks and chest was due to extreme embarrassment or due to the burning expanding stimulation emanating from my abused vagina. To my continuing shame, the obscene sloshing and slurping of my pussy juices, my matching staccato breathless gasps, and my uncontrollable trembling were telltale indicators of my escalating carnal anticipation of a glorious climax.

"No -- I can't let this happen...again," I foolishly struggled with myself as I felt my body begin to shake. "I mustn't -- I shouldn't be climaxing while Jim is raping me! Rape? How can I be raped if I react this way -- feel this way? Shouldn't I resist more? Be more repulsed? Be more disgusted? I shouldn't feel this way! Shouldn't want it! Must not cum! Oooh, resist it, Dana! Must not cum. Don't let it happen...again! But fuck...it's happening -- ah shit! I can't help it or stop it -- arrggh -- damn it - arrggh! I'm cumming! Arrgghh!!"

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I can't remember when I began sleeping in the basement bed with Jim. At first, I told myself that I was too exhausted from my ordeal and orgasms to move. I next justified it as a pretext for staying out of the damn cage, and then as a means of keeping warm in the chilly basement. However, now when after-sex lethargy blanketed my spent body, I snuggled contently against Jim and after a leisurely rest, made myself readily available to Jim's sexual overtures.

Deep down inside, I knew that something had changed between Jim and me. Gone were my collar and leash, and I was longer restrained in bed. I no longer refused his kisses and was often the first to press my lips to his, and then to his neck and shoulders. I did whatever Jim wanted and more often than not, was rewarded with exhilarating climaxes.

Now when Jim shoved his spent semi-soft man-sausage marinated with his sperm and my sexual juices between my lips, I didn't balk or resist as I initially had. Instead, I eagerly opened my mouth and sucked him, captivated and intoxicated by the smell, taste, and feel of his virile organ, loving it when it grew and harden again within my mouth. And when he finally came, I eagerly and greedily swallowed his hot, creamy spunk spurting down my gulping throat, savoring its indescribable taste, texture, and the naughtiness that it brought out in me.