~ This is all just a fantasy of mine that I sometimes have while I masturbate, I am usually the submissive female (Sally) but, sometimes I imagine I am the dominant controlling Peter! ~
(A pure Fantasy)
Chapter 1 - The Kidnap of Sweet Sally
The room was dark, not a sound could be heard.
She sat on her legs, her feet bare, shaking still, tears running down her face.
Her hair felt matted and tangled in the tight blind fold that bound her eyes. She had lost all sense of time. Was it night time, was it day time?
She didn't even know how long she had been here. She tried to remember how it had happened. Her mind was a blur, but she had been walking alone on her way home from the shop, happy after having had a great day at work. She carried a fresh loaf of bread in her hands. She remembers now how good the freshly baked bread smelt.
She then remembered hearing a car stop and two men asking her for directions. It had startled her and made her think hard, because she knew where that street was, but she just couldn't recall which way to explain it to these guys who were lost.
Fieldcross Lane, Fieldcross Lane - why the hell could she now recall the road name that they were looking for?
Why had no one come to her help?
Why did no body hear her screams?
What would her flat mates be thinking, when she didn't return home?
What had happened to that fresh loaf of bread?
Where were her lovely red shoes? She remembered how she had saved up for months to be able to buy her first pair of Jimmy Choo's. She had walked past the shoe shop daily, just to ensure they were still for sale! Then when she had saved enough and did buy them, she felt a million dollars.
But, her older sister was not happy and thought the red shoes made her look slutty and cheap. She was so hurt by these remarks.
She remembered how they had argued and argued and it wasn't until her sister's boyfriend had got involved and said
"Let her be sweetheart, she is just finding her own style. I actually think they look really nice!"
Her mouth was so dry, her throat sore, her head throbbed and pounded, she longed for a glass of cold water and her stomach rumbled from hunger. She traced her tongue over her teeth, but it didn't help.
She remembered looking down the street, thinking hard, trying to remember where Fieldcross Lane was, pointing and saying
"I think if you go next right then carry on until you reach the park; I think it is one of the roads off...."
But before she realised what was happening or she could finish her sentence, the guy had literally grabbed her tightly around her waist and had pulled her into the car. His hands must have been around her mouth.
He was firmly saying
"Be quiet, or you will be hurt!"
No sooner had he grabbed her, she was on his lap in the car, over him and the other guy had a grip on her. He forced her arms back and held them behind her back.
The first guy had got out and was in the back of the car, they pushed and pulled her roughly until she was lay across the back seat with her head pressed down into his lap.
She remembered how hard it was to breathe let alone speak or ask what was going on! She had never before felt so afraid! She remembered a strange smell. She felt as if she was having a bad dream.
They were both laughing, they smelt of beer. She was so afraid, she literally wet herself.
She felt the hot stream soaking through her panties and soaking her skirt.
She was crying but she couldn't remember how she had got in to this room that she now found herself in.
She knew it was a room, she felt carpet underneath her legs and she had some cushions around her that she had felt against her face.
But when she had crawled around so helplessly on her knees, still with her hands tied around her back, trying to find a way out, she had bumped her head on something hard and couldn't feel how she could escape, so she crawled back to the cushions.
She must have been asleep; still no sound could be heard. She called out
"Help me, help me!" over and over again. Her tears had dried up and no sound came from her as she tried to continue shouting.
She suddenly realised she was only wearing her top clothes; she wriggled her bottom - No panties! No skirt! Her mind was a rush of thoughts, Oh god, what have they done? Had they touched her down there? Had they done untold things to her?
She tried not to think of her lack of clothing, so her family and friends flashed through her mind, she really felt that she was going to die here, all alone and afraid!
Then she heard voices, voices getting closer. She heard footsteps, not one person, maybe two or three.
She literally froze to the spot as she listened. Was this it, was this to be her end. Then a key was turning in a lock.
A creak of some hinges and a squeaky door was opening!
A hand was on her head "Wake up miss, come on wake up!"
"She's ok, look she's moving."
The other voice said "Ah that's good."
Another deeper voice said
"My god I cannot believe that you actually did it."
Someone was pulling up some panties over her legs and then a skirt - she felt like a rag doll being dressed, so helpless. They were straightening her clothes as they pulled her to her feet.
Water was pressed against her mouth; she gulped and gulped barely stopping. Drinking the refreshing cold water.
"How thirsty you are?" One voice asked with a laugh.
"She is very pretty; look at her soft slender legs, her lovely long blonde hair, her nice rounded body, and perfect, well done men!"
They both replied together
"Thank you boss."
"Do we get a touch and a play with her now?"
"Shhhhh don't frighten her and be patient my friends, we have a lot to do before any playing!"
She felt him press something warm against her mouth "Bite it sweetheart, it's a cheese toasty!"
She ate it fast and this seemed to please him because he laughed.
As she continued to eat the warm cheese toasty, he stroked her hair while watching her take big bites and swallowing.
