Message-ID: <6890eli$9801011735@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Art_Fish@hotmail.com (Dr. Fish) Subject: REPOSTS (I am not the author); - KIDNAPED.TXT [01/01] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <68cb0i$ps5$39@usenet85.supernews.com> From: ca702@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Bryan Socha) Date: 27 Sep 1993 09:19:33 GMT Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: First attempts... This was written by a friend of mine, please send all comments to myself and I will give her the messages and send u replies.. Mail to: Warpath@onix.com or ca702@cleveland.freenet.edu ----------------- Kidnap.txt KIDNAPPED --------- Story by: Lestat Now kidnappings have been taking place since time began. There are several cases of more indepth kidnappings. Some including scenes and events that would shock the average man. But no kidnapping has ever come close to reaching the peaks of the imagination as this one has. I warn you in advance, the descriptions are very vivid, and the events are mindblowing. Please be forewarned. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Andrea was a lovely 18 year old female. She had silky long blonde hair that she wisked behind her ears. She had bright blue eyes and a kind and gentle smile. Her body was in top physical shape, her legs muscular, her waistline slim, her hips narrow. She resided in a small suburban town, somewhere east of New York City. She loved to talk long walks in the forests and parks of Upstate New York during the spring and fall. It was on one of those walks that she met Peter and Shelly. Peter and Shelly were a quiet attractive married couple that frequented the paths that Andrea so loved to follow behind a park about 5 miles from her home. They had been married for a little over a year, and seemed very happy together. Perhaps that was the first thing that attracted Andrea to them. Peter was a well built man of 25, with short dark hair and deep brown eyes. His wife was slighlty heavier with long, dark brown, wavy hair and the same perceptive brown eyes. After several meetings during the spring time, and many more during the following summer, Andrea, Peter and Shelly had become very good friends. They spent hours talking about any topic they saw fit, after about 5 months the conversations became more revealing and more personal. They then expanded their conversations to cover realtionships, emotions, and finally sex. One lazy summer afternoon, the three sat out on a blanket in the center of a large field. They had planned a picnic and the weather had fit perfectly. After a large lunch, the settled down to discuss each others problems and feelings (Which had become a great conversational piece as of late). They were so involved in their own little world they didn't hear the rustling in the high grass behind them. All of a sudden a hand clasped over Peter's smiling mouth. Shelly screamed in dismay as Andrea's panicked shreaks soon joined her. A large burly man of about 30 some years stood before them. Dirt and grime covered his clothes and face, and thick scruff ran rampant over his upper lip and chin. Just then two other men came up behind the women, tied gags around their screaming mouths, and proceeded to tie them up. The burly man, George as the other two called him, began to tie Peter's hands behind his back and then gagged him the same as his female companions. The two women were sedated with hypodermic needles, and Peter was clocked over the head. Their three limp unconcious bodies were dragged down a hidden path and lifted into the back of a run down pickup truck. Andrea was the first to awaken. She gasped as she saw her dearest friends out cold on the floor in front of her. She stopped for a second to survey her surroundings. She sat in the center of a large white room. There were no doors, no windows, and the only pieces of furniture were a small toilet and sink off to one corner and a large bed against the opposite wall. There was a grate in the celing, but the celing was atleast 30 feet above the floor. She took one last glance before hurrying over to help revive her friends. She knelt next to Peter, shook him lightly and slapped his cheek to try and awaken him. As his eyes slowly lifted open, she felt a wave of relief. The both of them together went to tend to Shelly, who was already regaining consciousness. The couple sat in awe at their surroundings. They took in every aspect of their predicament. A slight smile lit up Shelly's face as she nudged Peter. He shrugged her off and got to his feet to take a better look at the furnishings of the room. "There is no way out of here," he sighed, "no way at all." Shelly's smile faded as she realized they really were in more serious trouble than she had previously though. "Our first step should be to atleast clean up, that way we have clearer heads, maybe it will help us think of SOME way out of this mess." said Peter. Andrea began to sob quietly, Shelly was quick to her side to comfort her and try and give her hope that they would find a way out. "For now let's follow Peter's advice." She spoke softly. Peter started walk over to the sink. He turned on the faucet and cool clean water ran into the drain. "Atleast we have running water," he said relieved. He began to wash his hands and face and then pulled his shirt off. He ran it under the water and tried to clean some of the dirt off of it. Andrea stared stupified at his bulging arms and chest, only a nudge from Shelly was able to awake her. Both women stood up and began to follow the routine Peter had set for them. Soon all three were sitting on the bed in just their underwear, their clean but damn clothing layed out on the floor to dry. Peter was right, they all did feel a little bit better, but the situation still wasnt a good one. "What are we going to do about food?" whined Andrea. "I'm not sure yet, maybe whoever those men are that took us here will see to that, otherwise I just dont know.." he replied. The women sighed. To keep thier minds off their current situation, the three tried to once again engage in their previous conversation. They were able to keep their sprirts up somewhat, the vision of rescue still gave some hope. Soon the three began to grow tired. They all settled down into the bed, that was unbelievably very comfortable, and soon fell into restless sleep. Peter was the first one to awaken. The inital shock of his surroundings caught him off guard, but the smell of food calmed his nerves very quickly. He looked down and on the floor next to the bed was a tray of bagels and butter, some peanut butter, a loaf of bread and liter of soda. Excited, he woke up the other two to show them that atleast they had food to eat. They awoke and rubbed the sleep from their eyes. They almost jumped at the food the second they spotted it. "No wait," Peter spoke up, "We have to ration this to last a while, or atleast the rest of the day, we're not sure when they're going to feed us again, if they do." They each ate 1/2 of a bagel and sipped from the soda." They all felt much better after eating, atleast until the dismalness if their situation once again set in. Days passed. Every morning a new tray of food was put in place of the empty one, atleast the kidnappers had some sort of compassion. The only thing that passed the hours was their conversation that grew more and more personal. the conversation took a strange twist one day when Shelly admitted she had always had a secret desire to share her husband with another woman. Andrea looked up at her with astonishment, Shelly blushed and Peter's face lit up. The thoughts of two women excited him. Even in these surroundings, he couldnt help but be slightly turned on by the idea. Andrea pondered the idea of being with another woman, the thought had never really passed through her mind, it scared and excited her at the same time. Shelly looked her over her friend, who was deep in though, and smiled. She leaned over quickly and kissed Andrea on the lips. Surprised and excited at the same time, Andrea returned the kiss. Peter at this time was having a hard time controlling his excitement. The bulge in his pants began to show more and more. Shelly, intwined with the passion of having one of her most desired fantasies come true, slipped her hand up underneath Andrea's shirt and bra. She began to flick and tweak her nipples. Andrea moaned with pleasure. She returned the favor, and began to pinch and squeeze Shelly's large erect nipples between her thumb and forefinger. They stopped just long enough to remove their shirts, and then continued on. At this time, Peter was finding it hard not to join in the festivities. His hard cock pressed firmly against the zipper of his pants. Shelly looked up and noticed her husbands 'problem' and was quick to resolve it. She thrust her hand into his pants and began jerking him off. He moaned in extasy. Shelly's other hand traced down Andrea's breasts, down her flat belly, and under her waitsband where she could already feel the moistness of her panties. "Get naked" she panted at Andrea. Andrea, who was so ready to be taken, efortlessly tugged away at her shorts and wet panties. As the cool air touched her wet, juicy mound, she moaned in pleasure. Her beautifully trimmed muff of pubic hair, her perfect 'lips', her erect clit. Shelly couldn't control herself, she slid three fingers into Andrea's awaiting hole, thrusting them and in out as her female lover screamed and grunted in passion. Andrea's juices flowing down her hand, her tight muscles relaxing and tensing around her fingers. Peter began to moan at the sight of this beautiful young maiden and his cherished wife in a passionate embrace. Shelly's fingers still wrapped around his hot pulsing tool, he began to remove her skirt and panties. His fingers slid efortlessly into her dripping wet snatch. She screamed and moaned, drowning out all the other sounds around her. He grabbed hold of her, pulling her away from Andrea, who was on the verge of orgasm. He pushed her to the bed and jumped on top of her, holding her hands to the matress. With one thrust he had all 8 inches of his rock hard cock deep within her wet sloppy pussy. His perfect leg muscles flexing as he fucked her hard and fast. His balls bounding off the crack of her ass. Andrea was too close to orgasm to stop, she began to finger her pussy and rub her clit. Little shock waves running through her, bringing her closer and closer. Shelly reached out and grabbed her, forcing her to squat over her face. She stuck her tounge into Andrea's hole and began to nibble and suck, flicking her tounge in and out of her hole, over her clit and then biting lightly on her 'lips'. Andrea screamed like a caged animal, she was approaching orgasm at lightning speed. Just then Peter got off of Shelly and thrust his rock hard dick into Andrea's cunt. She bucked like a wild horse, moaning and screaming like a wild animal, her juices flowing over her inner thighs and his swollen balls. She felt his love muscle pound at the back of her twat, she felt his pelvic bone rub roughly against her erect throbbing clit. She heard Shelly begin to moan, opened her eyes for a second only to see Peter's face buried in her juicy twat, her juices flowing down the sides of his mouth and down his chin. The sight was too much to bear, her twat was throbbing uncontrollably, her muscles tightened, her eyes rolled back, every part of her body shook as she reached the most incredible orgasm she had ever experienced. Her cunt throbbed as waves and waves of orgasmic pleasure swept over her entire body. Peter let out a low rumbling moan as she felt the muscles in his hard cock began to pulsate. His hot cum shot through her, filling her up and dripping down her inner thighs and down her ass. She screamed and writhed with the pleasure of his orgasm combining with hers. Shelly began to grunt and squeal as she was embraced by her own orgasmic pleasure, her juices pouring over her husbands face, dripping down his chin and neck. The scent of her musk combined with the sweat from their spent bodies filled the air. They all collapsed onto the bed. They stayed in each others arms until dusk, kissing, caressing, until they fell into a the most peaceful and relaxed sleep they had managed to obtain since they had been captured. ----------------------------------------------------------------- The three lovers were never seen again, whether they were set free, escaped, or remain in that room is unknown. One thing is certain, a kidnapping has never reached these peaks before. And somehow, I doubt it ever will. ----------------------------------------------------------------- THE END Please forward me your comments, they will reach the author.. -- Bryan Socha ca702@cleveland.freenet.edu ca702%cleveland.freenet.edu@cunyvm (bitnet) Pathrider on IRC telnet Client -- I will ignore all requests for: reposts, e-mailing missing parts, archive locations, ftp sites, gif sites, and subscription requests. These stories get deleted immediately after they are posted. For more info on the ARCHIVE postings, read the FAQ posted bi-monthly to a.s.s.d -!- þ TNet 3.90 ÷ Internet Studs NET þ (415) 777-4081 God is a magician, Reality His trick, and it's all done with mirrors. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |