Be careful who you meet in the park. You never know which one will turn out to be your kidnapper.
Take me for example. I never expected to be kidnapped. Someone would have to notice me to kidnap me. You see until that day in the park I was the quiet kid in the back of the class not talking to anyone. Instead of hanging out with my friends I was obsessively playing the latest augmented reality app. I couldn't get enough of the things.
The one that held my attention that day was Mamono Hunter. You went around bagging, taming and pleasuring monster girls. Yes, this was as close to a real girl as I got. Shut up. Following the trail of a Yeti that afternoon I left my house and wandered down the street. I ended up crossing streets, cutting down alleys and finally reaching a small park in a part of town I had never been to before.
"There you are."
The Yeti popped out of the grass on my phone and began blowing kisses at me.
"Prepare to be bagged you fluffy little flirt," I whispered.
I didn't really need to. There was no one else in the park as far as I could see. I still felt very stupid doing this so drawing attention to myself was strictly out of the question. I
lost in the frustrating swiping sending little balls of sleep magic at her. I was so lost I didn't hear the echo of the foot steps until it was too late.
Powerful arms wrapped around my stomach pulling me upwards. The motion was so sudden I dropped my phone onto the grass. I had no time to register this however. In the matter of only a few seconds I was off the ground, laying face down over the stranger's shoulder and being carried away. My mind surged as it tried and failed to take in everything that was happening. My phone was gone. I was being kidnapped. My kidnapper was strong enough to just grab me and run off without stopping. My kidnapper was on foot, probably living nearby. My kidnapper had a great ass.
It was a very strange thing to realize. The speed of my abduction meant I had no time to consider my kidnapper's gender. In a matter of seconds my world went from phone to sky to woman's ass. God, what an ass it was too. I had never seen one so large before. The only was to describe it and do it justice would have to be ... juicy. From my current angle it resembled a heart swathed in a pair of way too tight stretch pants that accentuated every curve and fleshy bounce. The sight of it stole away every other thought. All I could do was watch it bounce.
The next thing I knew we were going up stairs. Wait, stairs? Where were we? I tried to look around but all I saw were walls. She must have taken me to an apartment building. Then a door closed behind me and was locked into place. It was then the reality of my situation hit me. I had no idea where the hell I was. I had no way of calling for help. I had no idea what this woman wanted.
"Let me go!" I shouted.
"I was wondering if you were still awake over there, Mitten Boy."
"Mitten Boy?"
"Yes, you're my new little mitten boy to play with."
What the hell was this crazy bitch talking about?
"Let me go!"
"That's not happening, sweetie."
Despite my terror I couldn't help but notice how sultry and sexy her voice was.
"HELP!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
WHACK!
The spanking was so sudden and so forceful it left me stunned.
"Now there'll be no more of that."
Then we were moving again. In a matter of moments we were in the back of the apartment, in another room with another locked door. I then felt myself fall backwards onto a rather large bed. It was then that I got a good look at my kidnapper. She was older than I was expecting, somewhere in her forties if I had to guess. That didn't stop her from being the most drop-dead gorgeous woman I had ever seen. Beautiful brown skin matched long wavy black hair that framed a stunning face with high cheek bones and piercing brown eyes.
Above the jogging pants he'd been admiring earlier she wore a tight sports bra that struggled to contain her jiggling D-Cup breasts. She breathed heavily staring at him with the intensity of a jaguar about to strike.
"Who are you?" I finally found myself able to ask.
"Vida," she simply.
She had a beautiful lyrical accent. I would find out later it was Cuban.
"Why ... why did you bring me here?"
"I wanted to."
She said this as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"What do you want from me?"
"You're my new cute little Mitten Boy to play with."
"Why do you keep calling me that?"
Instead of answering she walked along the side of the bed to a small end table. I turned, keeping my eyes on her at all times. She reached into a drawer pulling out a roll of duct tape.
"What's that for?" I asked, worried.
Again she didn't answer me. She just grabbed my hand and began wrapping the tape around it. I yanked and pulled but she held strong. I just ended up floundering like a fish. For her part Vida ignore my movements intently focused on her work. In a matter of moments my right hand was now a ball of tape. She then did the same to the left.
"Why are you doing this?" I demanded again.
Still she didn't answer. She went back into the drawer and pulled out ... mittens. They were small black leather mittens that lacked any kind of fingers nor did they look very flexible. I watched as she slipped them over my bound hands and locked them into place. My hands were now totally useless to me.
"There, beautiful."
She beamed at her handywork.
"Please," I pleaded, "what's going on?"
"A bit slow, aren't we?"
"Please."
"It's not that complicated Mitten Boy. I saw you. I wanted you. I took you."
"What are you going to do with me?"
"I don't know. I haven't thought it through that far. Don't worry about it, you'll love it."
