Abduction

I left work early because I wanted to get an early start to the long weekend. My husband was going to be gone on a fishing trip; I was excited to be alone. Just "me" time.

I was just running a few errands around town before heading home: the dry cleaning, a couple of things at the grocery store, a deposit at the bank; I had bills to pay this weekend. I was in such a hurry just to get this stuff done, I wasn't even locking my car. I get back into my car after my visit to the bank. I turned the radio on loudly to set me into weekend mode. I parked in the last spot in the parking lot, furthest from the bank because all the other spots were taken. Suddenly, a large hand cups my mouth and I feel the blade of a knife against my throat. My screams are muffled by the force of his hand. I'm terrified and my body freezes.

He tells me if I cooperate he will not hurt me. He orders me to drive and pulls on the seat belt making it tighter than it would be in an accident. I decide to comply, after all, we are in the city and there are a lot of people around, getting ready for the weekend. I get a little worried when he orders me on the expressway south and out of town. I didn't really have a plan then, as I'm barreling down the road at the posted speed. He pulls on the seat belt again and reminds me to keep up with traffic and not to make any sudden moves or swerves. He tells me to stay in the right lane, not exactly sure why.

We drive for about an hour, way out of town on old farm roads with no other cars around. He tells me to pull over. I hear him trying to find something in the back and the next thing I know, I have a blindfold around my eyes. It is soft, but tight. He then gets some rope and ties my hands together in front of me. I then hear the back car door open and then my door opens. He tells me to get out and guides me around to the back and pushes me in face forward. He then bends my knees and push my legs in and shuts the door. Then he gets in the driver seat and takes off, churning up gravel as he leaves the shoulder. He drives for about another hour, but I am unsure of the time because of my predicament.

He orders me to get out of the car. I respond obediently, initially, but then get the courage to attempt to flee. He is too fast, too strong, he overpowers me with his size. I black out from panic.

I awake to find myself lying on a couch. I am gagged and blindfolded. I feel my abductor's presence. He stands me up and slowly removes my dress, my underclothing. I should be terrified, but there is something very sensual about his touch, his smell. I find myself with an animalistic attraction to him. I can't explain it. I feel the touch of rope wrapping around my breasts. The texture excites me and I begin to respond with a deep, quivering breath. My body is betraying my common sense. I think about struggling but my desire prevents me from fighting. He pushes me forward to another room. The door closes behind him.

He lays me down on the cold cement floor. He places straps around my legs and uses his knees to force my legs open. He attaches my ankles to my wrists. I feel vulnerable and extremely unsure of what might happen next. I am still wearing my heels from work. I am gagged and blindfolded. The feel of the cool cement against my body brings goosebumps to my skin. My body is alive in anticipation. I wiggle a bit, but my bonds hold tight. He leaves suddenly, leaving me with a fervor of wantonness.

I feel the heat between my legs, almost a throbbing sensation as I anticipate what may happen in the hours to come. My thighs ache with a sensation traveling down my legs all the way to my toes. My breasts tingle with a hunger to be touched. I feel a yearning down my belly. My ass has a longing to be probed.

I don't know how long I have lain here alone. He put me in bondage and left me here. I hunger for his return, yearning for strokes across my body. I tremble from the cold. My breasts heave up and down as my breathing becomes deeper, more passionate. I imagine that he is here.

I hear the door click and the slight ruffle of footsteps that suddenly stop. Then nothing. It seems like forever. Is he looking at me? Enjoying the fact that I am completely helpless? I think I hear him chuckle. Time passes so excruciatingly slow.

I feel nothing but the wind of his breath against my spine. Starting from the nape of my neck, slowly traveling down, until the crack of my ass and then back up again. My breath becomes quicker, anticipating touch, yet I feel nothing but the wind from his lips. Over and over he plays his game. Making me want him more. I moan with both pleasure and anticipation.

At last he reaches down between my legs and feels the wetness. I sigh, but am unable to thrust my hips because of my imprisonment. He expertly places his thumb inside me and thrusts it toward my belly. My clit is pushed forward and vulnerable. He strokes it making me feel warmer and warmer inside. I am building, ready to cum. Suddenly, he stops and gets up. I hear the click of the door, leaving me alone again, in anticipation.

The door opens again after what seems like hours. I nodded off in a shallow sleep because so much time has passed. I am yearning to change positions. I hear the faint clatter of what sounds like chains. I hear clips being attached above my head. My hogtie is released, but my wrists and ankles are still tightly secured. I'm brought to my feet because my bonds make it hard for me to do it on my own. I am now standing, and my wrists are raised behind my back into the air and attached to the chains dangling from the ceiling. I attempt to protest, but my gag muffles all sounds. My blindfold prevents me from seeing what is happening to me. I am leaning forward, not sure if this position is better than the last.

He comes from behind and grabs my breasts. First he fondles them gently, but gradually gets rougher with every stroke. He rolls my nipples between his fingers bringing them to a perfect point. I can't help but respond with a lusty moan. I feel the pinch of the nipple clamps that he applies. He tugs on the chain which causes a sensation of sweet pain.

He kisses the back of my neck down running his lips, his tongue, his breath down my sensitive spine. I can't control my ecstasy. I arch my back in appreciation. I feel the sensation of the flogger teasing my back. He glides it gently along my backbone, somehow knowing how much I relish the feeling. Suddenly, he snaps the whip. The pleasing sting makes me draw in my breath quickly. He flicks it again and again along my back, my ass, the back of my thighs. My breath becomes more deliberate, my breasts responding to my breathing, the aching between my legs. I am lost in the moment.

There is a pause. Nothing happens. I actually get nervous because it is quiet and I get to catch my breath. I feel him at my feet, unstrapping my ankles and and trying to spread my legs apart. Isn't my stance difficult enough? I struggle to stand in these 6 inch heels with my legs almost 3 feet apart. I realize that he is attaching a spreader bar across my ankle straps. This is even more precarious then I think I can handle. I am so aroused now with my legs apart that I feel a drop of cum start down my leg. The bar now in place, prevents me from moving in any direction. I then feel a hand brush up against the inside of my right leg, just below that drop that is traveling toward his hand. He rotates his caress up and to the back of my thigh, over my ass and then down my left side to make a symmetrical pattern. I then feel a swift crack as his hand swats my right ass cheek, leaving a hand impression in my skin. The drop couldn't hold on and hits the ground.

I feel the sensation of a flogger that is now used lightly on my inner thighs, alternating between the left and the right. Then WHAP! Right between my legs on my pussy. One of those tails hit squarely on my clit and made me jump and arch my back even more. I am more wet than I think I have ever been. And yet, I still have no release.

I hear the buzz of a vibrator. I am relieved that I may actually be able to cum. I make a conscience decision to not make any sound, so he wouldn't know when to stop. He places in right where I like it, on the left side of my clit with firm pressure on high. He uses his other hand to probe me, arching his finger to hit my g-spit. I work hard not to let any sound emit, not wanting him to stop. I have learned his pattern. The buzz of the vibrator continues, my clit swelling in response. I am so wet my thighs are drenched, finally without a sound I reach a release. My legs and ass tenses, my back arches and my neck stretches in the blissful pleasure. My body trembles from the reaction as he continues, switching to the other side of my clit. Quickly, I reach another peak, this time unable to contain moans from my throat.

I long to be fucked. I am on fire, If I wasn't gagged, I would beg him to take me. I need him inside of me. I feel him at my feet again, releasing my ankles from the spreader bar. I am relieved to be released. He lowers me down so I am kneeling on a pillow. I hear something slide across the floor. He says nothing but pulls on my shoulders toward his leg and his erect cock. He unties the gag, I feel this thighs against my face. I want him so bad. Hungrily, I place his member in my mouth, relishing in his hardness, his taste. I lick his staff; lower my mouth to his balls, attempting it get both of them in my mouth. I hear him moan, I feel gratification in his response. I lick him up and down; using only my mouth and tongue to tease him. I take him full in my mouth; bobbing my head with my mouth tight on his cock. He orders me to suck him harder. I quicken my pace and do as I am ordered. I feel his hips thrust to encourage me, almost an assault on my mouth. He releases, letting his cum slide down my throat. He gets up and leaves me again. I collapse on the floor; a little confused but surprisingly content.

He returns quickly, and lays beside me. I feel cold steel tracing the outside of my breast. He circles both of them in a figure eight pattern, over and over. I am frightened, but quickly notice that he is using the the back side of a knife. I respond to the excitement as he doesn't appear to harm me with it. He traces the knife up toward my neck. Tracing my clavicle. My breathe quickens in excitement. He trails the steel down my abdomen, training past my hips using the side of the blade against my thighs. I whisper "please take me", hoping that he will respond.

Suddenly, I am released from my bonds and carried inside a bedroom. He quickly attached my wrists to the edge of the bed, and binds my ankles to the edges of the bed. In spread eagle form, I am completely vulnerable and completely under his control. My breathing becomes quicker, deeper, I can feel myself dripping. He runs his large hands on my inner thigh, and pulls it down my left thigh. I moan in appreciation letting him know he is welcome to do anything he craves to me. He continues to tease me coming within inches to my domain until I beg him to touch me, rub me enter me anything...if my hands were free I would run my hands uncontrollably over him. Finally he lays upon me, His hands grab my breasts pulling down to my nipples. He runs his hands down my abdomen and reaches in between my thighs. He laughs heartily when he feels my wet chamber and thrusts his fingers inside me.

He removes his fingers and lowers himself on me. I can feel his hard throbbing cock against my soft, wanton folds. He enters me abruptly and I feel my insides clamp upon his thick cock. I respond with deep sounds from within my throat, losing myself in the moment, so wanting to thrust back, but my bonds prohibit me from doing so. He Increases his momentum as I explode into complete bliss. I push my head back and cry out in ecstasy, lifting my shoulders off the bed. He responds with a quickening and releases inside me until he collapses on top of me.

I wonder what the fuck am I doing! My body is crying out for the bondage and my orifices are crying out for his cock. He says in a soft voice, "you are going to make a good fucktoy". I can hardly keep my head up and my glassy eyes stare off into the distance. "What have I allowed to happen?" He is going to keep me as his personal fucktoy and slave! He says, " Have you ever taken it up the ass? If you haven't, it is sure going to be fun teaching you".

I beg him to take me gently as this is a new experience... He responds with a chuckling and he briskly responds "I'll take you the way I want to." I am fearful as he releases my bonds just enough to turn me over to make my ass prone for fucking. Thankfully, he is kind even to ready my ass by probing with his fingers first. He is aggressive upon entry, making me respond in sweet pain. He thrusts into me and for whatever reason, is hitting my g-spot exactly to make me respond. My hands clamp onto the sheets in front of me and I thrust back a fevorish pace. I cum quickly, over and over as his cock hits me in the purrrrfect place. I can't help but to respond with appreciation.

He leaves me. I am still in bondage, but am wondering how I can escape. How do I leave this impossible situation. I begin to attempt my strategy for escaping. After all I have a family, friends, a career; I can't stay here forever. I can't be someone's sex slave! I have to figure out a plan. I need to get out of my bondage as well as retrieve the keys to my car. A tall order for even me.

Despite my fear, I enjoy the comfort from being in a bed and fall into a dreamless, but deep slumber. The first good sleep I have had since my abduction. I am awoken by a stream of sunlight that creeps into the room through the blinds The house is silent. My wrists and ankles are still bound to the bed, but I am surprised to find that I have been covered with a blanket for the night. I'm confused by the kindness of this man, but bewildered that he would take me from my life.

I hear the door of the bedroom open, as I pretend to still be asleep. I feel him stroke my hair, which just adds to my confusion. He lifts my head to welcome a straw which contains the taste of a strawberry smoothie. I am thankful for the nourishment as I have not eaten anything in at least 24 hours. He encourages me by saying, "yes drink away, you will be needing energy for your day's work". I don't know what will happen next, yet I want him so bad again.

He holds a knife to my throat and tells me he will not hurt me if I cooperate. He dangles a black corset over me and tells me to wear them, that it go nicely with my leopard printed thong. The corset has garters and he provides me with fishnet stockings to complete the outfit. He undoes my wrists and helps me put on the corset. He seductively rolls the stockings onto my legs and attaches the garters under my leopard print thong. He helps me put on heels that have to be at least 6 feet high.

He stands me up and pushes me briskly against the wall, kissing my neck, running his finger down the ribbon side of the corset; running his hands up and down my netted legs. I have never been so turned on in my life. I breathe heavily and he notices..."I take your breathe away, don't I?" I can't deny it. I have never been touched in this way; felt so desired. I choose to just enjoy the moment. I decide to succumb to his demands.

I am not sure what to do now. He is in total charge of me and I just stand here. I am not even bound anymore and I allow myself to succumb. Should I make a run for it? Why am I second guessing myself? If I do not want to spend the rest of my life as his bondage slave; I should go now! As I am second guessing myself, I realize that I do like the feeling he is bringing out of me. I wouldn't mind feeling like this more often. All of my past relationships have ended with me being taken for granted and not appreciated. Now I stand here and someone is paying a lot of attention to me. It feels good to be attended to. Everything he does is for me. I like that. He has taken me and ravished me. I have never known that this is what has been missing in my life. I never knew that about myself before now.

My bewilderment is intensified as he pulls down the bra on the corset, exposes my breasts and begins to stroke them, ever so gently. I arch my back to encourage his touch; he runs his tongue down the inside of my cleavage; stopping to kiss them. He cups both of my breasts squeezing them gently. He brings his lips toward my stiff nipples and runs his tongue around them, flickering, and teasing them. He then brings them into his mouth and stretches my nipples out. I can't help but enjoy what is happening to me.

He stops suddenly and guides me to a chair that has a slight recline. He takes out a rope and binds my wrists behind my back. He uses his knees to force my legs open, he proceeds to tie my ankles to each leg of the chair. I feel his hands trace down my belly, reaching between my legs. His lips and tongue soon follow, as he begins to pleasure me. He uses his tongue expertly on me, arousing my clit, flicking and sucking on me. He places his fingers inside me to stimulate me further. I build quickly and escape into the realm of ecstasy. I cum over and over as he doesn't stop as I release. Each time my orgasms become stronger until I am literally screaming with pleasure. Again, I hear him chuckle, as he states" You really like this, don't you?"

As I come back to reality, I get the nerve to begin to beg for my release. I begin to sob uncontrollably and beg him to allow me to return to my family, my job, my life. He is quiet and appears to be empathetic. He releases my bonds and guides me back to the bedroom. As I enter, he gives me a push and closes the door behind me. I hear the door lock.

I cry myself to sleep, knowing full well how my desires have betrayed my sensibilities. My slumber is deep and I don't even hear the door unlock in the middle of the night. I wake to find my clothing at the foot of the bed. There is a note that says "thanks for the good time," you are free to go. I find my car keys under my clothes. I quickly get dressed and make a mad dash for the door. I tremble with nerves. I jump in my car and struggle to get my uneasiness under control. I grab my GPS and hit home. I begin my journey home, finally calming down and able to reflect on my experience.

I get home before my husband comes home from his weekend with the boys. I shower and put on yoga pants and a t-shirt. I sit on the couch and think about my weekend, somehow forgiving the man who took me and helped me discover a part of myself that I never knew existed until now.