The Kidnapping

I had been watching you for a long time, you had a routine that made it easy to track.  

You are walking out of the supermarket now, dress flapping a bit in the wind.  Hair messed by that same breeze as you headed towards the family van.

The kids had been sent to school less than an hour ago, your husband had followed shortly after that.  Leaving you alone.

I let you reach the van and open the driver side door where you toss you bag into the passenger seat.

I had parked next to you, my truck blocking the view for most people, and I stepped out from behind, quickly grabbing and gagging you.

I press you against the side of my car and quickly bind your hands behind your back.  I drag you to the back door and push you inside.  Once on the back seat, I bind your feet.

Before leaving, I close the door to the van and pick up the keys and purse that you dropped.

I causually toss them into my truck and pull away from the spot.  I smile as I listen to you struggle.

It takes forty minutes to arrive at our destination, an abandoned barn at a unused farm.  

The doors are wide open, waiting for us, and I drive right into the barn.  Once inside, I shut down the truck, climb out and close the barn doors.

I open the back door to the truck and smile at you.  Fear and concern flash across your face as I grab and pull you out.

A flash of metal whips past your eyes and I cut the ropes around your feet and hands.  Then I show you the knife.

“You will do everything I tell you, or I will use this again.  Do you understand?”

You nod, tears in your eyes.  You stand there, the gag still in your mouth, trembling, and I reach out and rip your dress, exposing the lack of anything under it.  Your hands immediately try to cover yourself, and I laugh.

I walk to the small table in the middle of the barn and pick up a leather collar.  Turning back to you and say “Kneel”.

You fail to move, frozen in place. I stride across the barn, grab your hair and force you to the ground. 

You land on all fours and I put my knee on your back, wrapping the collar around your neck and securing it.  I reach out to the pillar next to you and grab the leash hanging there and clip it to the collar.

I wrap it around my hand twice to keep it tight and pull you up.  I look into your face and say “I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if I have too.  Do as you are told and you might just enjoy this.”

The gag has fallen from your mouth and taking advantage of this, you spit in my face.  The rage boils inside me, but I keep control and pull you across the barn to a hook at the far end.  You are dragged part way before you are able to crawl and keep up.

The hook is hanging about three feet in the air, I push you over onto you stomach under it, and grab your right hand, wrapping a rope around it.  

You realize what is happening and swing at me with your left, hitting me in the thigh.  I press my knee down on you, grabbing your left, as you struggle and I bind it with the rope and hook the rope over the hook.

Then I grab another rope and pull the hook upwards.  You are forced to sit, then dragged upwards until you are hanging in the air.  Only your toes can touch the ground.

“Now princess.” I growl, “You are going to be my play toy.”

I strap a harness around your waist and slip a wand into the hoop in the harness.  Pressing it against your clit.  I plug the other end into a battery generator and turn it on.

You twist as it vibrates against you.  Struggling to resist the sensations.  To resist you desire.

You even succeed for a few minutes, but eventually your body betrays you and you cum.  It does not stop there though, I leave you hanging.

It seems like hours, you cum over and over, you start to have trouble seeing the room, remembering where you are.  All that you can think about is the vibrations against you clit.  The need and fear of coming again conflict with each other, but you know need will end up winning.

Enjoying the show, I watch as your eyes roll back into your head as you cum again.

I close the gap between us and shut off the wand, pulling it away from you as you moan and loosely hang there.  I release the hook and you crumble to the ground.

This time when I pull the leash, you follow, crawling beside me.  I lift you up onto the table and tie the rope to the far end.  Securing your feet to the legs of the table so your ass is up in the air and your legs spread wide.

Then I strike your bare ass, pause and strike again, and again.  My handprint standing out pink against your pale skin.

As I strike your ass the color gets darker, going from pink to red.  You struggle to get away from my hand, but I spank you again and again.

You whimper “pleaseeeee”.

I laugh, and lean in close, whispering “Now it is time for my pleasure.”

As I say the word pleasure, I push my cock deep inside you.

I pull back out and pound it back in, pushing hard enough to rock the table.

Over and over I ram into you, taking my pleasure.  You moan, beg, plead.  Still I fuck you.

Then, we cum together.  I fill you as you explode around my girth.  Your body collapses onto the table.

I release you from the ropes and wrap you in a blanket, holding you close.

As you lay in my arms, recovering you whisper “Thank you Daddy.”

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7 thoughts on “The Kidnapping

  1. Azizi says:

    I love this.

  2. tharros30 says:

    Close to subspace after reading that with the added twists and turns this sometimes bratty one has rolling around in her head ; 0

  3. naughtynora00 says:

    LOVE THIS!!!!

  4. des354 says:

    Damn I love that story, so sexy and exciting to me..this is definitely one of my fantasies…I would love to have this done to me….

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