Disclaimer: This story does involve "kidnapping" but only to fulfill a fantasy. All sex is consensual and there is no violence, as you will see.
After several years of my being a very vanilla sex partner, my husband encouraged me to explore and get a little kinky. We started with role playing, using a riding crop, and playing around with a bit of bondage gear. He really wanted to try anal-none of his previous lovers would, and he hoped I would be willing.
After an especially erotic evening when I gave into his desire and gave him my anal virginity, he asked if I would disclose one of my own private fantasies. I was reluctant; I'd never told anyone before. I explained to him that I wanted to be kidnapped and have sex with my captor. I was greatly turned on by the idea of being "hunted." I didn't want someone to kidnap and rape me. I wanted to be so turned on that I consented to having sex with them. He listened attentively, agreed that it was kinky as hell, but he never brought it up when we discussed potential ideas for roleplay. It was an outlandish roleplaying concept. I didn't bring it up, either.
It was on my morning walk through the city park when I saw a white van stop ahead of me. Before I knew what was going on, two men in ski masks grabbed me and threw me in the van. They blindfolded and gagged me, bound my hands behind my back with some rope, and drove me away.
I was in such a state of shock I couldn't think straight. Why was this happening to me? Who was doing this to me? My heart was beating so hard that my chest hurt. I couldn't scream for help. The floor of the van was carpeted and smelled like glue. I tried kicking my legs but it didn't seem to help. I tried listening for sounds—voices—to detect who was in the van with me. Silence.
It felt like half an hour passed. Maybe more. Just enough time to get outside the city limits maybe. But the van finally came to a full stop and the engine cut off. The van door slid open and I felt someone swing my legs around and untie them. Both men helped me exit the vehicle. I felt one set of hands on my right arm and another set of hands on my left arm. They led me across what felt like a forest floor for sticks crunched under my sneakers. They led me into a building that smelled like wood burning. Once they shut the door behind me, they led me to a chair and had me sit down.
"I hope you weren't too uncomfortable," one said to me in a calm voice. "Let's see if we can get you into more comfortable restraints."
Once they removed my gag I immediately shouted, "Who are you? Where am I?" I swallowed hard, my nerves wrecked. Neither of them responded. What were they going to do with me?
"Someone paid us to kidnap you," the one voice divulged.
"Someone paid-? Why?" I faltered.
The same voice instructed, "Don't move around." His voice wasn't cruel, but it was stern. Authoritative. "Are you thirsty?" I nodded yes, a bit afraid to speak.
I squirmed a little just to see how much mobility I had.
"I just told you not to move," came his voice, apparently frustrated. The other man was quiet, not responding to anything I said or adding onto the first man's answers.
I felt a straw on my lips. "Go ahead and drink," he instructed. I sipped and the water was cool. I sipped again, more this time. My throat was parched and my lips were dry from the stress.
"Do you know why you are here?" the voice of the man standing in front of me asked.
"No. What did I do? Why me?" I pleaded. Then I passed out.
I don't know how long I was out, but when I woke up I felt groggy like I'd been drugged. Still in the same chair, I'd been undressed down to my underwear. Now my wrists were bound in leather cuffs, and they were locked together behind my back. The position I was sitting in made my breasts stick out. My ankles were bound to the chair legs, my legs spread.
"Just relax," the first man said coolly and lifted my blindfold so I could see him.
We were in a cabin. A fire burned in the fireplace. Two couches facing each other sat in front of a two-story window that overlooked the scenic forest. It was somewhere I'd love to stay on vacation if I had the money. The fur rug at my feet was luxurious, and the smell that filled the air was crisp with the smell of cedar.
One man, the one who had been speaking to me, stood directly in front of me. He was very handsome, middle-aged, and he wore slacks and a button down shirt. His eyes were blue and he kept looking me up and down when he wasn't looking directly into my eyes.
"Looks like you took a little nap on us. Sorry about that," he said apologetically.
I was just relieved that I hadn't been violated. "Who are you?" I asked again.
"I was hired," he stated smugly. "I shouldn't tell you that, but I want to put you at ease."
I pleaded with him. "Tell me. Please. Who would hire you to kidnap me? Why?"
"We aren't going to hurt you, if that's what you are concerned about." We? I'd forgotten about the second guy. Where was he?
"But who are you?" I asked.
"I'm Marshall, and he-," he nodded toward the second guy I couldn't see behind me, "--is Backdoor Joe."
"Why is he called Backdoor Joe?"
"Backdoor Joe likes married women," he chuckled. "And a woman with a fine ass." Marshall winked at me. "Like yours." It was a genuine smile.
"What are you two going to do with me?"
"Let's have some fun. Is that alright with you?" He smiled and ran his hand over my bra. I didn't know him, so naturally I was on guard. My husband would be furious if they did anything to me. But I was truly turned on. Afterall, it was a fantasy of mine. He gently touched his left hand to my face, then he moved his hand down my throat, down my chest and over my bra.
"First, let's get rid of this." He caressed my breast over my bra. "Too much clothing," he breathed.
His fingers ran over my bra and across the seam at the top. Then his fingers tugged down the material exposing my breasts. His smooth hands moved over both my breasts, squeezing my nipples to tease me. Then he removed a pocket knife from his front pocket and opened it with a "click". He cut down the middle of my bra, separating the bra cups allowing my breasts to spill free. I felt vulnerable, but I was attracted to this man. He was careful with me, not forcing anything. My nipples hardened and my breasts were there for him to do anything with. He took them into his hands and began slowly tracing my nipples with his thumbs. My nipples were as hard as pebbles. He wiggled his thumbs and started smiling. I felt my panties getting wet.
"You like that, don't you?" He began slowly pinching my nipples, first one, then the other, excitement on his face to see my nipples redden and harden more. I moaned quietly to myself. I hoped by the end of this he would be fucking me. What could I do but relax and enjoy it?
"I'll bet you'd like my mouth on them, wouldn't you?"
I was bound—arms and legs—and in a strange cabin with a man-no-two men I didn't know, and although I should have been scared or in shock, I wasn't. I was craving his hands all over me. Each time he gave my nipples a pinch, I felt my body shake with waves of ecstasy. His hands were warm and soft against my skin, and he knew exactly how to touch me, to tease me. My panties were soaked.
"Tell me," he asked, "How badly do you want your breasts kissed?" I couldn't speak. I felt weak with yearning. "Tell me you don't like my hands on your tits," he smirked. I didn't want him to stop, but he took a step back and put his hands on his hips. "I'll stop," he reassured me. "We don't have to go any further."
"Maybe I like it," I blurted out. "Just maybe."
"Maybe?" he questioned. "I'm not going to touch you again unless you give me consent." I wanted him to touch me all over. He was standing in front of me, legs apart, with his hands on his hips. He responded seriously. "Well? I don't want to waste your time and my client's money."
Client? What the hell? Had I gotten mixed up in a sex service and they had accidentally kidnapped the wrong person?
"Answer me, Corinne." Corinne? That was my name. This was definitely planned. Was my husband involved? Would he ever think something like this up on his own and then plan it out? He knew how vanilla I tended to be, rarely taking risks. But I did tell him about my fantasy.
"Yes. Yes!" I seemed to shout for no apparent reason. "Please don't stop." I had no idea what I was in for, but that was exciting, too.
He dropped his hands to his hips and walked back to me. In a low voice that was a half moan he said, "I'm going to make you really happy."
He got down on one knee and put his lips on my right breast, all the while playing with my left nipple. His tongue flicked across my nipple rapidly, hungrily, and all I wanted to do was reach out and pull him closer, but my hands were bound. "You have nice, big tits," he moaned. He rubbed my right nipple and then switched breasts, kissing and sucking on the left one. His hands moved all over my body-my shoulders, my chest, and hips and thighs.
Then one hand slid down between my legs and he felt the wetness of my panties. "Oh, my," he said, then he rubbed his fingers teasingly over my panties before he withdrew them. "You do like me touching you." His smile broadened and his eyes sparkled. He slid his fingers inside my panties and felt my wetness again. He got back out his pocket knife and slit my lacy panties right to left in the crotch, leaving them hanging around my waist. I could feel my wetness on the chair.
