Idnapped

I'd been warned not to walk on the dark side of the street, not to park next to large vans, to always carry pepper spray, to hold my keys between my fingers like claws. But no one ever tells you that that only makes you safer, not safe.

I had been walking back to my apartment from work, taking the same route I always took home. I walked past the market, across the park, and down the road opposite the public library. It was five pm and the sun was still up and wouldn't start its descent until at least 8 pm. There were people everywhere. It only took a moment. I didn't even scream it happened so fast. Three unforgettable men sat in a hallowed out sedan. They pulled me in through the open door before I could protest.

As soon as the door was closed I started to struggle, but they had me restrained and gagged and lying flat on the floor in under ten seconds. I tried valiantly to work up a sense of panic, but couldn't quite achieve that state of mind as the car merged into the next lane and entered the highway. Had the three men not had a firm hold on me, I would have slid around the carpeted floor. But their iron grips held me securely as the car pulled into traffic and the stop and go rhythm of rush hour encompassed us.

I tried to look out the windows to see where we were headed, but not only did the floor not offer a decent vantage, the windows were as darkly tinted from the inside as they most likely were from the outside. I studied the three men around me, their dark blue business suits tailored to show off their enormous arms and legs. I had finally managed to work up a tinge of hysteria and asked myself what kind of wild adventure starts with being kidnapped by super model body builders in suits that belonged on the red carpet.

All thoughts, even hysteria tinged ones stopped as the man on my right took out a wicked looking dagger. I began to struggle in vain as he brought it down to my neck and started pushing it into my collar. Large man on my left gave me a glare that could have frozen an auditorium full of horny college students about to go on spring break. I froze and eyed the dagger out of the corner of my eye. Man on the right pulled the dagger from my neck all the way down my arm. He then peeled my blazer and the sleeve of my top off of my arm. He repeated this with my other arm and then made an incision from my neck down to my belly button. My shirt now lay flat on the floor of the car around me.

I forced appropriate thoughts out like blocks wielded by an angry toddler. Had I been captured for the sex trade? Wasn't I little old for that? Were they going to hurt me? Were they going to rape me? Would they kill me? Still, no panic. The mindset continued to elude me. I supposed the presence of my supermodel bodybuilders made panicking more difficult than I'd anticipated.

The man with the dagger moved to my waist and with incredible skill he sliced down both legs and then I was splayed out in only my bra and panties. A quick slit through the shoulder straps and between my breasts, and the bra fell away. Two slashes at the sides of my panties, and I was completely bare.

The man holding my legs let go of one leg for a moment and I contemplated kicking him. But I realized that wouldn't get me anywhere and would probably piss him off. Plus, my other body builders were still holding me firmly. Leg man placed a hand on my knee and slowly ran his fingers up my leg. They traveled up and up until his fingers brushed the curly hair between my legs. His fingers lingered there for a moment possessively before he removed them and secured my leg again.

I don't know if I passed out or if one of the men slipped me something, but the next thing I knew, the door was open and bright daylight was pouring into the car. The three lifted me out, into a dazzlingly bright day. My eyes had become so accustomed to the gloom in the car that I couldn't see much of my surroundings through my squinted eyes. I got the vague impression of a ranch style house and then I was through the door. The men stood me on my feet, closed and locked the door behind me, and I was alone.

I took stock of my body as I stood in the little foyer. I didn't appear to be hurt, nothing was sore, and it didn't feel like anyone had taken advantage of me while I was out. I was beginning to get really hungry and thirsty and I had to pee, but otherwise, I felt fine. I had not a stitch of clothing, but the foyer was a comfortable temperature. That didn't stop a shiver from moving down my spine.

The foyer was a nondescript gray with large stones set into the floor. The door I'd entered through was locked tightly. The only other door was a plain white rectangle with no knob or handle. Several cameras dotted the room, watching me from above as well as below. The only other item in the foyer with me was a little toilet like you'd find in a port-a-john. I must have been in a prison cell of some kind, I thought. The room reminded me of movies I'd seen where there was nothing but a cot and toilet for the prisoner. Except there was no cot and not even enough room to lie down. This was just a room with a toilet and way too many cameras watching me.

For the first hour I knocked at the door. I screamed for help. I held my bladder. But I realized I could be in here for days and at some point I would need to relieve myself. I thought briefly of peeing in a corner somewhere to escape the cameras, but there was no point. They were everywhere. I sat on the port-o-john seat and felt momentary relief as the urine gushed out of me. I hoped whatever voyeuristic control freaks locked me in here had gotten whatever kicks they derived from that.

I stood from the seat and was met with an enthusiastic round of applause. Applause from a room full of people who must have been watching me. I screamed for them to let me go. I asked what they wanted. I got no reply, but the white door opened.

I hesitated only a moment before leaving the foyer and walking gingerly into the next room. This room was just as covered in cameras as the first had been and was just as small. The room had a small chair in the center. Directly across from the chair was what appeared to be a clear dildo.

I paced around the room for a while. I tried counting off seconds, minutes, hours. I sat on the chair. I stood on the chair and attempted to disable one of the cameras. I was unsuccessful, but at least it passed some time. Hours passed and I began to notice the dryness in my throat. My lips were beginning to crack and I felt too weary to do anything other than sit in the chair.

Then I took a second look at the cock mounted on the wall. What the fuck was going on, I thought as I examined the cock sticking out of the wall. It was crystal clear and appeared to have a bead of fluid gathering at its tip. I followed the likely trajectory of the bead and sure enough, a small puddle had formed on the floor below. I was getting desperate for water at this point and licking water off a wall mounted cock was seeming like a better and better idea as the minutes ticked by. I put my tongue to the cock and licked the bead forming on its tip. Delicious, cool, sweet water met my tongue. Frantic, I put my mouth to the cock and sucked. A steady trickle of water entered my mouth. I put my hands around the base of the cock where it met the wall and squeezed while I moved my mouth farther up its shaft and sucked at its coolness. I sat back, my stomach feeling sloshy after the influx of water and again was met with the round of applause and another open door. At the same time, the door to the foyer opened and I eyed the toilet. What the hell, I had already used it once, so if anyone really was watching, they'd already seen everything.

After I relieved myself, I walked into the third room. This time the toilet room door and the water room door stayed open. I had a steady supply of water and a toilet. I wondered if this would be the food room and what debasing act I'd need to do to earn the bounty of the room. This room was much larger than the other rooms and similar to the water room, it had cocks mounted all over. Were they going to feed me through cocks on the walls and floors I wondered? I experimentally went over to one mounted near the door and pulled on it with my hand. Nothing. I bent down and licked it. Nothing. I put it into my mouth. Nothing. I stood next to it realizing it was at exactly the right height for me to pull it into my pussy from behind. The room had obviously been designed with my exact specifications in mind. I looked around the room at the array of dildos. There were some mounted to the floor, some to the wall at the same height as this one, and some on a bench lining the center of the room.

Obviously, I knew what was expected of me. But why? Why did people want to watch me impale myself on several dozen cocks? Silly question because I obviously knew why. I had no idea what time it was, but was fairly certain it had been about twenty four hours since I'd last eaten. I sincerely hoped this was a food room, because otherwise I was going to be in trouble soon. Especially if I was going to be expected to fuck all of these cocks. It's a lot of energy to expend.

But what else was I going to do? If I had to play their game, play I would. I started with the cocks on the bench, noticing that they were arranged from smallest to largest. I started lowering myself onto the smallest one, but even small as it was, I had some trouble getting down on it dry as I was. I took a moment to rub my pussy against the second one and try to work up some lubrication before I took it into myself. It slipped in much more easily. The third one was still short, but dark blue and a little thicker. I didn't feel full when it went in, but it felt closer to a normal sized dick. The last dick on the bench was longer, but very skinny. I only gave that one a single thrust.

I moved onto the floor, kneeling over the next dildo judging by size. It was an angry red and veiny. I moved across the floor kneeling onto a smooth glass cock, a knobby purple cock, and a smooth orange cock. This last one was getting to be a tad large. The next cock was a big green plaid cock with lime green sparkles running throughout it. It was narrow at the top and flared wide at the base. Instead of kneeling, it was big enough for me to squat over and bounce up and down. The last floor cock was an absolutely massive monster of a dildo covered in prominent veins and a realistic head. I again squatted over it and gave silent thanks that I was now so wet from the previous cocks. I eased down onto it slowly, my walls stretching as it penetrated me. Near the base it had a delicious vein at exactly the right spot for me to grind my clit against as I rocked forward and backward with the cock deep inside me. For a moment I forgot where I was as I sank lower onto the cock and felt the pressure building inside me as I rubbed my clit against the protruding veins.

"Oh my god," I let slip as I felt my pussy contracting around the cock and my vision went dark for a moment. They were the first words I'd uttered since I'd stopped screaming for help in the foyer. Thunderous applause snapped me back to reality and I jumped off that cock so quickly, I nearly tripped over the bench. there wasn't an empty part of the bench, so I sat back down on the smallest cock as my heart slowed down. A tiny door opened on the wall under the large selection of mounted dildos and out popped a steak, fries, a salad, and a dinner roll. I fell to my knees in front of the plate and started ripping into the steak with my hands and teeth. I don't know if it was because I hadn't eaten in a day or if the steak was really fantastic, but at that moment, I was sure the steak was the best I'd ever had. I tried the roll. It was soft and sweet and had a perfect salt crust on it. The salad had a delicate vinaigrette that tasted of fresh herbs and expensive vinegar.

I congratulated myself on the knock up job I was doing at not knowing what the fuck was going on here. Maybe I was a sex slave now I mused. Maybe some billionaire was keeping me as his exotic pet. The food tasted more like exotic billionaire pet food than what I imagined sex slave food would. This tasted like something I should be eating in a five star restaurant amid linens more expensive than the wardrobe of an average American family. Other than my dignity, I hadn't been harmed. As I walked back to the water room and thirstily sucked the cock on the wall, I realized that although I'd been kidnapped and subjected to weird and humiliating rituals, I was beginning to enjoy myself. Sex I could handle. Whatever they had in store for me, bring it on.

Once I'd finished eating, the next door opened. In the center of the new room was a large canopied bed covered in what looked like lavish, plush bedding. This was good because I was getting really tired. This was bad because the entire bed was locked behind an iron cage. The entire room was covered in mirrors from floor to ceiling, marred only by the open door to the food room and a myriad of cameras set at every angle.

"What do you want me to do in here?" I asked the mirror in front of me. As I walked around the room, I noticed that the floor wasn't flat. It was hard to see because everything was mirrors, but there were small saddle like protuberances in the floor. I experimentally lowered my ass into one of them, my knees on either side of the low saddle. From this sitting position, I could see small indentations in the wall in front of me, they almost looked like foot prints.

I scooted my ass forward and laid back in the saddle so I could place my feet wide apart on the indentations on the wall. This position effectively opened my legs, giving anyone on the other side of that mirror, or looking through one of the cameras a very personal view of my pussy. I examined myself for a minute, noting the folds of my lips and my swollen clit just peaking through. I opened the lips wide showing off the tunnel further into my core. I positioned my pointer and middle finger above my clit in a v and moved them down to the hood. I pulled them back again squeezing the sides of my clit as I moved back up to where I'd started. I held open my lips as I continued this motion, my clit swelling with each stroke. I pulled my fingers away from my clit and opened and closed them, showing the people behind the mirror the sticky strands of wetness that connected them.

I moved my other hand from holding open my lips to dipping two fingers into my pussy and I moved my sticky fingers right over the hood. I slid my fingers up and down and lay my head back as I got closer and closer to orgasm. Thanks to the mirrors, even with my head pointed toward the ceiling, I still had a clear view of the inside of my pussy, milky fluid seeping out as I became wetter and wetter. Two more strokes and my pussy started wildly pulsing, explosion after explosion forcing my eyes shut against the pleasure.

The largest round of applause yet. My eyes still closed, coming slowly down from the orgasm, I heard the quiet rasp of metal on metal as the cage retracted into the floor. I had a bed for the night.

I woke up the next morning (or evening? Or afternoon? Who knew) not sure where I was. I was surrounded by the most luxurious silk sheets I'd ever experienced. I burrowed into the warm embrace of the bed for a good two minutes before bolting upright and reminding myself that I'd been kidnapped and subjected to horrible sexual torture. Well, ok, maybe not torture, but some really weird, kinky, voyeuristic fantasy. I freely admitted I was enjoying myself. Could you get Stockholm syndrome for excellent steak, an amazing bed, and some really top notch dildos?

I relieved myself once again in the foyer and drank from the cock on the wall. I thought about skipping breakfast and seeing what was next up on the sexual freak schedule of the day, but didn't know what to do next and figured it made sense to start the day on a full stomach and a nice cock, so I headed back into the food room.

I hadn't gotten a chance to try the wall mounted cocks, so I picked out a particularly interesting looking one and slapped it to see how it would move. It had purple and blue swirls in a soft silicon that bounced deliciously. It didn't look like a human cock. Maybe a dragon? It was covered in scales and ridges that looked like they'd be a much better texture than those old ribbed condoms. Who needed ribbing, dragons were for her pleasure.

I bent down in front of the cock and pressed it into me, my ass touching the wall as I sheathed the cock all the way in. I placed my hands against the bench in front of me for leverage and began to work myself along the cock. I found that if I pushed forcefully enough back onto the cock, my ass slapped satisfyingly against the wall. Slap, slap, slap. I watched between my legs as the moisture from my pussy dripped down the wall behind me. Slap, slap, slap and I was cumming, the dragon cock pushed all the way into me, the cold wall at my ass.

As I fell to my knees in front of the dragon cock, the small food door opened again, presenting Belgian waffles, bacon, whipped butter, cream, and strawberries. I dug into the food and again it was delicious. After I'd eaten, a door opened at the other end of the mirror room. It unnerved me slightly that this door opened silently. All the other doors had opened to applause.

On the other side of the door was a large room with an enormous bed. There was nothing but a bottom sheet on this bed, making it look rather utilitarian. I had no idea what I was supposed to do on this bed. I doubted it was masturbate. After all, the mirror room already had me do that and it was far better suited to that pursuit. I lay on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, silently willing whoever was in charge to get on with whatever was next. I'd had fun with the dragon dildo, but that was just a warm up, I was wet and horny, and ready for the next round.

Another door opened, startling me, and I nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw the leg man from the car walk through the door. This time however, he wore nothing. The muscles on his arms gleamed as if someone had oiled him, and it occurred to me that if this was some kind of sex show, maybe someone had oiled him. He glistened in the light and as he stood at the foot of the bed glaring at me, he looked like he'd been carved from stone. His legs were as massive as his arms. But his most magnificent feature was his cock, erect and pointed directly at me. His continued to be the largest appendage I'd ever seen. It was red, almost going on purple and he looked like he might explode any minute.

I was almost too transfixed on the leg man's bulging cock to notice another door open until the man who'd been securing my right side in the car ride over walked into the room. He also looked like an oiled stone Adonis and his cock was also at painful attention.

All we were missing now was man number three. No sooner had I thought this, than the third man walked in from a third door, oiled, slick, and as aroused as his companions.

The three men kneeled on the bed in front of me, cocks at the ready. I reached two hands out and touched the heads of leg man and the man on the right. They quivered at my touch. Feeling bold and fascinated by the girth of the cock on the third man, I bent down and kissed it. I pulled the head into my mouth and started sucking on him. As soon as my mouth enveloped his cock, leg man and the man on the right moved in closer to me. Leg man picked me up and laid down on the bed, placing me kneeling on top of him. Knowing now what I was supposed to do, I beckoned to the man on the right and stuck my ass up in invitation as I lowered myself onto the massive erection of the leg man.

The third man thrust his cock deeper into my mouth and I massaged it with my tongue. He began thrusting into my mouth as I became unable to concentrate on his cock, distracted as I was by the other two. The man on the right had produced a tube from somewhere, although I can't imagine where he had been hiding the lube. He applied some to his fingers and then began running them around the rim of my ass. He pushed two fingers into me as I eased myself slowly onto leg man's throbbing member.