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shortnsweet819 -> Kidnapped (12/3/2014 5:13:22 PM)
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It’s dark. It’s silent. It’s cold. I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t know where I am. I can’t move; my body feels heavy. My head is pounding, the pain unbearable. There is a musty scent in the air, and something unfamiliar. I’m listening hard, though the pain in my head makes that difficult, for any noise, anything that might tell me where I am. I try to move, to open my eyes, but my eyes are open and it’s still black. I cannot move my arms or legs. I realize I must be blindfolded, and more terrifying, that I must be tied down. I wiggle just a little and feel cloth beneath me. I surmise that I must be on a bed, and worse, that I’m completely naked.
I think of screaming, I try to make a noise, but I’m gagged. I try to move my mouth, but it is being held open by what feels like a ball tied to some kind of strap around my head. “Oh God, what is this place!” I think. “Who brought me here? What do they want with me?”
I hear footsteps, the squeaky turn of a door handle, and the sound of someone entering the room. I freeze in terror. Who is this person, what do they want with me? I hear some shuffling to my right, and I wonder if this is a man or woman, what he or she is doing. There are no words spoken, no acknowledgement of my existence within this room, and yet, I feel as though I’m being watched.
I listen carefully to my captor move about around the room, and from the heavy footsteps and loud breathing, I determine that it’s a man. Just as I start to think maybe he is going to leave without noticing me, I feel a warm hand on my ankle, sliding up my leg. I feel the bed sink near my feet with his weight as he climbs onto the bed.
“You have been a very bad girl,” I hear him say in a deep voice, a voice I recognize but can’t place. “You are going to be punished.”
I feel something smooth and cold, almost like leather, move up my other leg all the way to my exposed pussy. I’m terrified. I don’t know what this man will do to me, what he wants from me, but I’m pretty certain I’m not going to walk out of this room without feeling pain.
He adjusts on the bed, and I wonder what he is going to do when suddenly I feel the slap of the leather against my thigh. I cry out, but my gag keeps me from making much noise. I am smacked again, this time across one of my breasts. I want to cry, but I don’t. He continues slapping me with the leather thing up and down my legs, across my stomach, over my breasts, and then he hits my pussy. It is agony and I feel the tears stream down the sides of my face. I wince with every blow, and he’s only concentrating on my pussy now. I don’t think I can take much more when there is a new sensation. As he hits my pussy, I feel it against my clit, and suddenly I’m getting wet. This torture is causing me to be aroused! He hits my clit again, and again, and again. I feel a warmth slide down my ass as my juices really get flowing.
“That’s a good girl, taking your punishment as you deserve.” He reaches down and runs a finger over my now very sensitive pussy. I wince as he touches my tender skin and slides his finger down into my slit. “So wet! I knew you would enjoy that, you little bitch.”
I can’t move, can’t speak, can’t do anything but feel the tears run faster down my face. He shifts on the bed again, and I’m afraid of what is next. I feel his arms against my thighs just a second before I feel him parting my pussy lips with his warm fingers. He gently glides a finger over my clit, and again. Then I feel his hot breath just before he runs his tongue over the length of my pussy. I try to move, to wiggle away, but I’m stretched tight on the bed and unable to do anything. He runs his tongue up my pussy again and this time closes his mouth around my clit, sucking and licking. I’m terrified, yet I can’t help but feel the pleasure as he tortures me with his mouth.
One of his hands moves from my pussy, then I feel him shove a finger deep inside me, hard. He pumps it in and out quickly for a few strokes before adding a second finger, his mouth still glued to my clit. He fingers me hard and fast, rubbing over my g spot, and I can’t help myself any longer. I give in to the pleasure. I’ve never felt anything quite this wonderful before. No man I’ve been with has ever done this to me. Now when I start making noise it’s in ecstasy not pain or fear. I feel myself on the edge, my body writhing what little it can.
“Cum for me slut! Cum now!” he growls, and I do just as he says. I feel hot fluid spray from my pussy with the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt. It seems to go on and on, never ending. I’m screaming through my gag, my body moving as much as it is allowed, and his fingers are still inside me, his tongue still on my clit as I cum.
I finally come down from my orgasm and feel my whole body tingle. I can’t believe how amazing that was, and suddenly I don’t care that I’m not here by choice. I want to do that again! I am shocked at the intensity of what I just felt. I didn’t know orgasms could be like that, and I had no idea that fluid could shoot from my pussy that way.
I’m craving more, wanting him to make me cum again when he moves off of the bed, and I’m completely disappointed. I hear a zipper, some more shuffling as he, I assume, takes off his clothes. I feel his mouth on my body again moving up one of my legs, my thigh, and I wait for him to reach my pussy again, but he doesn’t. He continues moving up my body, kissing my stomach and up to my breasts. His body is pressed against me, and I feel his warmth as he begins to gently suck one of my nipples while his hand plays with the other. He moves up further, kissing my neck, my cheeks.
“Are you going to be a good girl if I take this gag off of you?” I know I’d do anything for this man, now, if he would make me cum like that again. I nod my head, and he lifts it up to undo the strap holding the gag in place. As he pulls the ball from my mouth, I close my lips and try to relax my jaw. I don’t know how long I was gagged, but my jaw feels painfully sore.
I hear him toss the gag to the floor, then his body is pressed against mine again, his breath tingling my cheek. He runs his fingers up one of my arms and back down again, then presses his moist lips against mine. He is gentle at first, and the kiss is light. Then it deepens, and I feel my lips part to receive his hot tongue. I can taste myself on his mouth, and find that it arouses me. I’ve never tasted myself before, but I really enjoy it.
As he’s kissing me, I feel him adjust, and suddenly his erect cock is pressed against my pussy. I find myself wanting him inside of me now. I feel almost dirty for wanting this stranger who brought me here against my will to fuck me, but I do, I really do.
He grinds against my pussy with his erection and kisses me harder before pulling away. “You want me to fuck you like a little slut, don’t you?” He asks me in a playfully sinister way.
“Yes,” I moan, finally able to speak for the first time.
“That’s yes, Sir, you little cunt,” he says as he smacks my face. It doesn’t hurt, but it shocks me, and I feel the tears begin to flow again.
“Yes, Sir,” I respond, hoping that he won’t be angry anymore.
“What do you want, whore?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
I feel his hand across my face once more, this time a little harder. “Do not forget to call me Sir again, or you will feel a lot more pain than a smack across the face. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” I say, afraid I’ll be smacked again.
“Now tell me again what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
He moves back down, his body pressed against me once more and kisses me lightly before whispering in my ear, “You really are a good little bitch.”
I almost feel pleasure at his words. I’m happy that he sounds pleased, but I don’t understand why. Why do I care if this man is happy or not? He brought me here against my will. He has hit me, assaulted me sexually, and yet, I just want to bring him pleasure.
He pulls away from me again, and this time I feel him rubbing his hard cock up and down my pussy. The feeling is sensational. I can’t wait to have him inside me, and as I think this, he thrusts hard and fast as deep as he can into my pussy. I cry out in surprise and a little pain as he stretches me open around his hard cock.
“Scream like that again, and you’ll be wearing that gag. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” I reply almost breathless from the intensity of his cock inside my pussy.
He begins moving slowly, the full length of his cock moving in and out of my pussy. Suddenly he picks up the pace and is slamming his cock hard and deep inside of me. I gasp in surprise but feel myself giving in to the sensation, loving how hard he’s fucking me. I don’t want him to stop, not ever. This is sex like I’ve never experienced it before, and my body is trembling from the intensity. Then, without realizing what was about to happen, I orgasm hard around his cock with even more intensity than the last time. My body is shaking, I’m moaning loudly from the pleasure. I feel as though this moment will never end, and I don’t want it to.
“Good girl!” He says with what sounds like pride in his voice. I have pleased him again, and I feel overwhelmingly happy that I was able to do so.
He continues fucking me hard, fast, and deep, and I have three more insanely intense orgasms. He finally lets out his own moan of ecstasy and starts to cum deep in my pussy. He presses himself against my body as he cums and reaches his hands up to my head, pulling off my blindfold and stares deep into my eyes.
I know this face. I know this man! I’ve been flirting with him for months at work, hoping he would ask me out. I’ve had a crush on him since the day I started there. I can’t believe that he’s the one who has brought me here. I smile up at him, and he grins back at me before kissing me deeply.
He pulls out of me and begins untying my wrists, then ankles without a word spoken between us. When my body is free, he climbs onto the bed next to me and lays on his back, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. I roll over and snuggle against him, and we both begin to fall asleep. Just before I drift off, I think to myself, “This may be the beginning of a lovely relationship.”
“I agree,” he says sleepily, and I realize I said the words out loud. I snuggle closer, and he wraps his arm tight around me. We fall asleep both feeling content.
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