Snatched!
Diedra York slipped behind the wheel of her Volvo after dumping the stack of student's assignments she would be correcting over the weekend into the back seat. She wasn't completely in love with her work. She had been at one time but the amount of time she had to spend correcting papers consumed many more hours each week and was increasing every year. What she really hated were the ubiquitous reports: Core class reports, Student Learning Objectives, checklists, bench marks, lesson plans, teacher evaluation forms. Forms, forms and more forms! And endless meetings! She looked forward to retirement in about 4 years. She already had her 30 years in but she had to get closer to Social Security. At 56 she hoped to retire when she was 60 and have just a few years until she would be eligible for Social Security. That was her plan.
Her husband, Arthur, ran his own Tech Consulting small business and seemed totally happy to go to work each day. He had suggested that maybe when she retired she could join him as a receptionist or secretary, but she had told him that she would just as soon retire and just be done. Why retire from a good job with great benefits and summers off, just to work more hours, all year, for no benefits? Nope, sorry, not interested!
She was deeply in love with Arthur though, he was her very best friend, her Rock, and a kind and considerate lover. He was a gentle man who had never raised a hand to her. He was sensitive and loving. He was a big softy who loved romantic movies commonly thought of as chick flicks. He would get emotional and cry at such movies. He even teared up for some of the Hallmark commercials. He adored her and she adored him.
Except.... She had recently discovered that she kind of liked being spanked and mildly kinky stuff when they made love. She had read several reluctance/non consent erotic stories and got so turned on she had to hurry to the bathroom to masturbate.
Arthur was sympathetic and tried, bless him, he tried, to give her what she wanted, but it went against his very nature, so it was a real stretch for him. He spanked her bare ass but he was afraid to slap her very hard, in spite of her demands. He purchased hand cuffs and a blindfold and a little whip, all fairly mild. He was trying but he still was reluctant and asked her if she wanted him to spank her! ASKED HER, for god sakes! He just was having a difficult time understanding what she wanted! She wanted him to force her! To make her his sex slave! To take her and fuck her silly after spanking her ass until it was bright red. She might even like nipple clamps and other mild S&M things...she would like to find out!
She wasn't interested in being hurt. She wanted spanking but real torture wasn't what rang her bell, She also was not interested in cheating or trying multiple partners, she had no desire to screw up her marriage over her slightly kinky obsession. Therefore, she reasoned, her only hope was to get Arthur to indulge her perversion. But that was proving to be difficult.
She arrived home and pulled into her driveway. She was surprised to find a black van parked where Arthur usually parked. She didn't recognize the van and didn't see anyone sitting in it. She got out of her car and walked around the front of her Volvo to the front of the van. She warily crept up to the driver's door and peered in. There was no one there or anything that could give her a clue as to why this vehicle was parked in her drive. She walked to the back of the van and was about to peer into the darkly tinted windows in the rear doors, when the door suddenly burst open and two tattooed male arms holding some black material stretched between his hands shot out at her and quickly slipped a bag over her head! She tried to scream but a large hand clamped over her mouth and pulled her by the head and shoulders into the van. Another set of hands snapped handcuffs over her wrists and ankles and a gag soon replaced the hand. She was summarily dumped on what felt like a mattress on the floor of the van.
A hoarse, male voice croaked at her menacingly. "Shut up! Don't struggle and you wont get hurt!"
She screamed again but the gag kept the sound from leaving her head, A strong hand spanked her thigh once, then again.
"I said shut up!" came the croak again!
Diedra started quietly crying! She couldn't believe what was happening. Why would anyone kidnap her? She and Arthur were not wealthy, had only modest possessions, and she was a 'mature' lady, hardly sexy enough to be trafficked! What the hell was going on?
Diedra got the feeling there were only two individuals, She knew there was more than one but she didn't think there were more than two. One of the kidnappers exited the van and she heard her car door slamming closed and being locked, and that second person then got in the passenger side of the van. The man with the tattoos, Diedra guessed, started the engine. Diedra heard a door or partition slide shut but she didn't hear it latch. The pair started speaking lowly, She couldn't quite make out what they were saying but she could tell that one of the voices belonged to a woman.
As they drove she heard the partition slide open a few inches evidently because now she could hear what they were saying. The breach in the partition went unnoticed by the kidnappers, evidently. The male was filling the woman in with details. What they were saying didn't all make sense but Diedra listened intently.
"We're not to harm her in any way. Just get her set up and ready for her husband," the man said.
"It says 'orange' right here on the notes," said the woman, "What does that mean?"
"I don't know, he wrote that down for me, It means something between them."
"Maybe a safe word?"
"Yeah, that's it."
"Why did he tell you that?"
"I don't know for sure."
Diedra was puzzled. Orange was her "safe word" with Arthur. It was quite a coincidence but a lot of people used color names as a safe words. It was in the story that had really turned her on. Could it be that Arthur was behind this kidnapping? ....that it was a sort of grand gesture to please her? She suddenly remembered it was her birthday tomorrow. But spending money, especially the kind of money this would cost to set up, was not at all characteristic of Arthur. He wasn't a skin flint or a miser but this would be extravagant in his mind. She could hardly admit that he would do this, but what other explanation could there be?
While she contemplated this, she was aware that the van was traveling along city streets, stopping at traffic lights and turning from time to time. They had only been driving for maybe 15 minutes when the van pulled in somewhere. And backed up into what Diedra figured must be a parking space.
"Here's the key, get the door, and I'll get Diedra."
'He know's my name!' Diedra thought, then she remembered she had her teacher ID card on a lanyard around her neck. The door on the van opened partially and a strong hand grasped her ankle and pulled her to the rear of the van. He waited a few moments evidently checking that there was no one watching, then quickly pulled her up and threw her over his shoulder and rapidly moved her into a room. The door closed behind them and she was dumped carelessly onto a bed. Her hands were clipped up above her head and her feet were pulled the other direction. She felt like a deer strung out over the hood of a car.
"Close your eyes and I'll remove the bag...If you open your eyes I'll jab them out! Do you understand?"
Diedra shook her head in the affirmative and tried to answer but the gag kept her voice muffled and incomprehensible.
The bag slowly was raised from her head and was replaced by a blindfold. This was the type of blindfold used for sleeping or for kinky sex. Diedra and Arthur used one from time to time. Diedra could tell this one was not hers. She did open her eyes slightly, undetected and saw strong male arms covered with tattoos and a feminine figure standing back a ways opening a satchel or a small suitcase.
When they spoke with her or to each other they disguised their voices by whispering, kind of like a stage whisper, hoarse and rough.
"Get the stuff out," He said.
"I don't like this part," she answered, "Why can't he.."
