Message-ID: <18658eli$9901212106@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: mikaal@hotmail.com (HotScribe) Subject: HOTSCRIBE: "The Kidnapping" (MMFmf Oral Anal BondDisc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: mikaal@hotmail.com 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: <36875ba3.112486@mail.cadvision.com> As always, should you or anyone you know who might read this be underage or not mature enough, don't proceed further. But, if you enjoy the story, write and let me know. THE KIDNAPPING As you return to your bedroom from taking a shower, you glance out the window. Looks like it's going to be a very warm day. You finish toweling dry and, after searching through your wardrobe, you decide to wear a halter top and shorts to help keep you relatively cool on your trip to the Mall. Besides, you want to look good for those handsome boys who always seem to hang around just to see what pretty girls come in. Sometimes, you hope, one of them will get up enough courage to ask for a date. But, for this morning in particular, you look forward to meeting me. We've arranged to get together so that i can take some photographs of you so that's another reason for you to look your best. Just over an hour later---your hair styled and your makeup on---you head down the street towards the largest shopping center in your area. You enjoy the feel of the sun's rays on your face, the coolness of the soft breeze that blows through your hair. The shopping mall soon comes into sight as you round the corner next to a large wooden fence. Suddenly, something soft with a sickeningly acrid smell is thrown across your mouth and nose. Someone grabs your arms and holds you tightly. You struggle. But the aroma of whatever is on your face fills your nostrils and your lungs. Everything swirls before your eyes, and before you realize what has happened, you black out... Your head aches slightly as you open your eyes. Things are blurry, but you can feel your body and it tells you that you are hanging somehow from your wrists in a Y-shaped position and you feel a gag across your mouth. You are still wearing your halter top and shorts, but your sneakers have been removed so that your feet are bare. The bare floor feels cool on the soles. Your vision clears, you struggle to free yourself, but in vain. Wide- eyed, you look around you, see a small, dimly-lit room with nothing in it but a table, a bed and a large mirror. You wonder how long you've been here, or even what time of day it is. You wonder if I know where you are, or if I will attempt to find you when you don't show up to meet me. Maybe I'll think you've stood me up and just leave. Tears trickle from your eyes. Who's done this? and why? and what do they want? As if to answer your unvoiced questions, a door opens and someone enters, closing it behind them. Whoever it is stands in the shadows, the darkness concealing any features. You squint, trying to see, but you cannot. Finally, after what seems and eternity of watching and waiting, with you struggling to speak or release yourself from your bonds, the figure moves towards you. It's a woman---someone you don't recognize. She has long red hair, green eyes, and is wearing a loose-fitting blouse, tight leather pants and high heels. She stands before you, her attractive features betraying no emotion, but her eyes twinkle with an obvious interest. "Awake at last, are you?" she says quietly, her voice even. You stare at her, wishing she'd remove the gag so you could ask a dozen questions, so you could scream, so you could plead for her to let you go. But she does not. Instead, she reaches out, strokes your cheek lightly with her fingers. "You're very pretty," she comments. "Very pretty indeed." Her fingers trail down your neck, follow the line of your collarbone, then slide down to the hollow between your breasts. Suddenly, in one quick motion, she grabs the halter top and yanks it towards her. Your body jerks forward slightly, the cords biting into your wrists, as the fabric rips away from your body. You groan. Stretched taut by the dangling of your body and lightly dewed with anxiety-induced sweat, your naked breasts rise and fall with the quickness of your breathing. The woman's fingers return to your body, circling first one nipple, then the other. In spite of your fear, or perhaps even because of it, they harden. "If you promise to be a good girl, I'll remove the gag from your mouth. >From now on, you will address me as Mistress Camille. You will do as you're told, otherwise you will be punished. Do you understand?" This can't be happening! your mind scream at you. Surely this is a dream-- "Do you understand?" Mistress Camille says again, more forcefully this time. For a couple of seconds your mind races, pleading for help, yet knowing none is there. You wonder where I am, you wonder what will happen to you if you don't obey her, you wonder if you'll ever see your family, your friends, your school---anyone else again. Meekly, you nod your head. "Good." She smiles at you, reaches back and removes the gag. You open your mouth to say something, then think better of it. Mistress Camille smiles at you, then looks at your shorts. "Well, then, let's see what we have down here..." She grabs the waistband of your shorts with one hand, swings you forward. You wince as the bonds dig into your wrists again. With her free hand, Mistress Camille unfastens your shorts, then pulls down the zipper. They fall easily to the floor. As she'd done with your halter top, the woman grabs your pink silk panties and rips them from your body. A whimper escapes your lips. "Silence!" she exclaims. She slides her hand up the inside of your thigh. "I have no intention of hurting you, young lady," she says, looking deep into your tear-filled eyes. "You have been brought here for my pleasure." A single finger begins exploring the insides of your vaginal lips. It finds and firmly rubs your clitoris. Against your desire not to enjoy what she's doing, delicious sensations begin to flow through your body. Mistress Camille watches your face closely as she continues her ministrations until you realize that in another moment you will be overcome with an orgasm. But she abruptly stops. You feel the sensations dwindling. Your eyes plead with her to finish. "Please..." But she merely smiles and licks the finger that had swum through your juices. "There is more," she promises simply, "for an obedient slave. However, your future in my presence will determine any punishment or pleasure you receive, so bear that in mind. You realize the unspoken choice she is offering you. Once again a myriad questions and thoughts flow through your brain, and even though you already know the answer you will give her, behind it lies a hope beyond hope that somehow, soon, I will find and rescue you. But even that hope seems to fade as, once more, you nod at her, then whisper weakly, "Yes, Mistress Camille." *** A few moments later, Mistress Camille releases you from your bonds. "A little pain will remind you of your position, my dear," she remarks as she sees you gingerly rubbing your wrists. Then she places a light, but strong plastic collar around your neck and clicks it into place. To this she attaches a three-foot long cord. "Now, come with me." A moment's hesitation, you defiantly stand your ground, so she pulls on the cord, dragging you towards her. "Remember what I said about punishment and pleasure," she says sternly. "You decide what you want by your actions." You swallow the lump in your throat, nod your head and allow her to guide you to the door. She opens it and leads you out into a long hallway. You walk by several doors on the left and right until the woman opens another door and pulls you through into the room beyond. It is fairly large and contain a hot tub surrounded by shelves containing various cleansers, walls and a ridge around it on which one could sit. Another door with a round window in it suggests to you that it could be a sauna. Mistress Camille removes the cord from your collar. "Get in," she orders. You mount a small flight of steps, then gently ease yourself into the hot, swirling water. "Wash yourself thoroughly." As the woman watches, you take some soap and a soft scrub brush and begin to clean your body. The brush feels rough, but gentle on your skin, and yet the whole ordeal feels a little strange because someone is watching you perform what would have been an ordinary daily task. "Make sure you douche, as well," suggests Mistress Camille. You look at her, embarrassment flushing your face pink. "Get used to it," she replies. "I might not be the only one watching you." She gives a hint of a smile and you glance around the room to see if there actually COULD be anyone else, but there is no one. Eventually you finish, and as you rise, expecting to dry yourself off, you hear Mistress Camille enter the tub from behind you. "You're not finished yet. Now you must wash me, too." You turn, look up to see the woman standing naked above you---she's tall, with long legs, large breasts, a slim waist, a shaved pubic area and wide hips. A tiny dragon tattoo decorates the inside of her left thigh. "Begin with my feet," she commands. She parts her legs slightly and you lather her feet, washing her soles as she turns them to you, rubbing between her toes. You lather her legs, moving your way up slowly until you reach the edge of her sex. You stop. "What are you waiting for?" she snaps. "Continue." You look up at her. The strange smile again---denoting her mild amusement at your predicament. You bite your lower lip, slide the soap between her thighs. Mistress Camille crouches down so that you are between her bent legs, her full, round breasts dangling in front of you. You rub the scrub brush gently across her labia. "Harder," she commands and you do so. She moans. You notice she's closed her eyes, relishing the touch of the brush and your slippery fingers on her most private parts, then back and up further as you cleanse her anus. As you finish, she climbs down into the water and stands so that you can lather her abdomen and back, then around and under and over her breasts till the whole of her upper torso is covered with white bubbles. She squats and allows the whirling water to sluice the soap from her body, where it is then sucked down into several drain-holes. Within a few moments, the tub of soapy water has been replaced by a fresh, clean supply. Mistress Camille rises again, sits up on the edge of the tub, leans against the wall and parts her legs. "Now, slave, you will lick me till I cum..." You freeze. Your mind reels at the thought of what she's asked you to do. It feels like you're lost in a dream, a nightmare from which there is no waking. You wish I were there to help you. THWACK! you feel the biting sting of a long stick that Mistress Camille has pulled from somewhere and laid across your back. You yelp in pain. "Begin!" she commands. Wincing against the lingering pain, you move forward. You kneel down in the water, and find that your head is positioned just right for you to complete your task. The water in the tub laps around your shoulder as your tongue finds Mistress Camille's labia and begin to lick back and forth across them, then seeking through the folds until it touches her hard bud and caresses it. "Lick it more, suck it, nibble on it," she advises and you obey. The aroma of the soap fills your nostrils and the sweet taste of her juices fills your mouth as you dig in with your lips and run the clit between your lips and then your teeth. "Yes, that's better..." she compliments. Gradually, much to your own surprise, you begin to enjoy the task and apply more pressure with your tongue, sliding it back and forth, thrusting up lightly into the cavern of her sex, then slipping back up to circle her clitoris, doing to her what you would like done to you. After what seems an eternity of tonguing her cunt, you finally hear her begin to moan and gasp, and she twists on the edge of the tub, grasping your head for support, holding you there until she cries out in satisfaction. She allows you to back away slightly. "Wash your face," she says, and you do so. Just as you finish, the door to the hot tub room opens and two naked men enter, one of them collared just as you were, the other pulling him into the room... As the naked man and slave enter the room, Mistress Camille rises from the water and motions for you to get out. You get up and follow her down to the floor. No one seems to bother handing you a towel to dry off. "Master Nikolas," the Mistress addresses the man. "And who do we have here?" she asks, indicating the young slave. Master Nikolas is a good six feet tall, very tanned and handsome- looking with blond hair and blue eyes and one of the largest cocks you've ever seen, even in its current flaccid state. "This is Slave Tyler," he said, his voice strong and even. You glance over the young slave who must be in his late teens. He's probably from around your area, but you don't recognize him. The Master looks you up and down, reaches out to squeeze your breast. You feel his strong fingers, sense the power behind them. "May we try her out?" he inquires, strolling around you, gazing at your smooth flesh, you tight but tender buttocks, your slender legs. You hang your head mutely. "Of course," replies Mistress Camille. "As long as the request is reciprocated. Now it is her turn to circle the male slave, feeling his arms, grabbing his buttocks, cupping his medium-length soft cock. "As you wish." Mistress Camille reattaches the collar and cord around your neck. Then, side-by-side, you and Tyler are led out of the room, down a long corridor and into another more brightly-lit room. In the middle is a large, circular bed, and the walls, also circular, are lined with mirrors. You see thousands upon thousands of naked images of the four of you reflected for infinity, almost like in a fun house. But this fun house is of a different variety. "Get on the bed," Mistress Camille says to you. She tugs at the cord, but you resist, not sure what is going to happen, or whether you want whatever it is to happen. The woman reaches out and pulls a long stick from a ledge on the wall. You cower away as she glares at you, but its no use; a moment later, two hard whacks cut across your buttocks. "Do as you're told!" she snaps at the same time. You yelp in pain and scramble onto the bed, rubbing your ass with your hands as best you can. Now the Master motions for Tyler to join you. The slave does so. He lies down on his back, looks up at you, and you search his eyes for some sort of recognition or feeling. But there seems to be nothing there. He's obviously been put in submission long before you arrived. "Get him hard!" the Master commands you. You glance at Master Nikolas, then over at Mistress Camille. "Do it," she agrees, still holding the stick. A little unsure of yourself and your ability to make any man hard, you reach for Tyler's cock, grasp it and begin to rub it up and down slowly. "Use your mouth!" snaps the Master, shaking his head. "Make it look like you're enjoying it, at least!" Obediently, you open your mouth and take Tyler's cock in, begin sucking on it, lowering your head so that it fills your mouth. Within a few moments of these ministrations, his rod has swelled to a good eight inches and the feel and sight of it, in spite of the circumstances, gets you excited and wet. "Sit on it." Following the orders, you straddle Tyler's hips and lower yourself onto his cock, the wide head of it spreading your cunt lips as it pushes its way in. It feels hard and tight inside you and you're glad your cunt had already lubricated itself. Tyler begins to thrust up into you, and you enjoy the sensations he's causing. Like a rider on the back of a horse, you fall into a rhythm with the slave. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Mistress Camille move onto the bed, straddle Tyler's head and kneel down. His face is covered by her pussy. "Lick my cunt, slave," she says to him. "And you--suck my breasts." You can't help but reach Mistress Camille's breasts because she pulls you forward with the leash. Your mouth covers first one nipple, then the other as you suck them in, feeling the nips harden between your teeth and tongue. The bed dips again slightly and you realize that, although you can't see him, master Nikolas has gotten on the bed behind you. For a moment, you feel his hand pressing on your back, pushing you forward into the Mistress' firm mounds of flesh. Then you jerk slightly as something cold and liquidy is suddenly poured between your buttocks. Too late, you realize what's going to happen. For the next moment, you cry out in surprise and pain as you feel the hard, engorged head of Master Nikolas' cock slowly push into your anus. His hands grip your hips and hold as he presses harder. You groan aloud, the thought flashing through your mind that it's too big! it won't fit! it'll split your ass apart! Then, a quick burst of pressure as your asshole parts and closes over the tip, sucking it in, and his powerful rod impales you like a skewer. Now, both he and Tyler take up a rhythmic movement, one shoving into you as the other pulls back, in and out, thrusting, retreating, back and forth, until you feel your body flush with ecstatic feelings, and you love the feel of both cocks filling your cunt and ass, and Mistress Camille's breasts filling your mouth. Tyler is the first to cum, thrusting up into you, exploding inside you as you feel his cock and that of the Master rubbing against each other through the thin walls of your vagina and ass. "Keep fucking her, keep licking me!" the Mistress tells Tyler. Then she screams in ecstasy, followed only a few moments later by your own cries as wave upon wave of blissful rapture ripple through your body. And even as your own orgasm is subsiding, Master Nikolas gasps noisily as he plunges into your ass, his thighs slapping wetly against your buttocks, his huge member piercing the depths, spewing his hot load and filling what little space is left of your darkest of channels..... You've lost track of how long you've been held as a captive. You wonder if you're ever going to be let go. You've even tried to see if there was an opportunity for you to escape, but there were none. Sometimes, at night, you cried yourself to sleep, not understanding why you're being kept here, not understanding why, in some strange way, you enjoy the role of being a slave... You lie on your bed, your eyes searching through the blackness of the ceiling, seeing nothing, but trying to see beyond to the stars that twinkle somewhere above. It is then, in this time of quiet solitude, that you hear the lock in the door click open. Oh, no! you think. Now what does the mistress want? The door opens and from the silhouette against the back light of the hallway, you realize it isn't the mistress. It's a man, but the reflected light shows you features you recognize only from pictures. The door closes as you rise quickly from your bed. "Who is it?" you ask, a faint hope rising within you. "It's me," I whisper through the blackness between us. "I've come to take you home." "How--how did you find me?" You throw your arms around me, hugging me, holding me close, not really sure if this is but a dream. "I was waiting to meet you at the mall when I saw you grabbed by these people and thrown into their car. I ran out fast enough to get a licence plate number, but couldn't get to my own car quickly enough to follow them." You turn on the light. I look at you. You seem thinner, more drawn, but otherwise you seem to be all right. "Grab some clothes and get dressed," I suggest. "And hurry---I don't know how much time we'll have." "You still didn't tell me how you found me," you reply as you slip into your clothes that were in the closet. "I have a friend who works with the police," I answer. "He found the name and address of the person who owned the licence plate. I waited discreetly outside the man's house for two or three days before I was finally able to follow him here. At the moment, none of them are here, so I managed to climb through a window. Now, let's get out of here." I grab yor hand, pull you to the door. I turn off the light, open the door. Light from the hallway spills in, illuminating your face. I guide you down the hall, make a left turn and follow along a corridor. "Where are we?" you ask. "An abandoned warehouse on the south side." I hurry to another door beside and open window, unlock it and open it cautiously, peering out. "Looks clear." In a few moments, we've skirted a large grassy lawn and are safely in my car. You squeeze my arm as I start the motor . "Thank you," you murmur, kissing my cheek. "The least I can do," I reply, giving you a smile. Then the smile fades as I notice headlights stabbing through the darkness of the night and quickly approaching us. I gun the motor and my car peels away. "What is it?" you ask. "Nobody. Nobody you need worry about any more." You must have been in the shower at my hotel room for a good half hour befoe you finally come out wearing a robe I bought for you. You come to me, wrap your arms around me, hold me close. "I'm glad I'm free, now." You raise your face, look at me, your eyes shining and bright, moist--- from tears or the shower?---and you smile. I kiss you, lightly at first, not sure how you will respond. Then, as I feel your arms encircle my neck, I press my lips harder against yours, pull you into me, feel your tongue enter my mouth, searching, finding, entwining with my own. In the matter of a few moments, your fingers have released me from my shirt and pants and I stand naked before you. I open your robe, gaze down the length of your body, the curve of your breasts, the sweep of your belly, the mound of your sex. I drop to my knees, my lips searching your belly, kissing , licking, then moving up to flick across your nipples, back and forth from one to the other as my hands cup your breasts and press them together. I push you back slightly, you fall onto the bed, your robe opening wide. You lift your legs, part them, set your feet on the edge of the bed as I move down between them, my tongue feverishly seeking out the moistness of your cunt, slipping over your lips, thrusting within, moving up, circling and pressing against your clitoris, feeling the tiny nub against my tongue, then nibbling on it, sucking it... You moan loudly, your fingers running through my hair, holding my head, pressing my face into your cunt as if never wanting me to leave it. Up and down my tongue laves your pussy, licking your juices, discovering the tasty folds of flesh of your quim, pushing deep into the cavern of your cunt until you cry out in ecstasy, your body rolling back and forth on the bed, bucking, your heels kicking into my back as you cum and cum again and again. For a few moments, you lie still, your breathing heavy, your breasts rising and falling, waiting till the first rush of excitement dissipates. Then your robe falls from your shoulders as you rise from the bed, turn me, push me down to a sitting position, my legs dangling over the side of the bed. You stand for a moment between them, a finger trailing a lazy circle around the head of my cock, then you're on your knees, you tongue licking down the underside of my cock, down to my sac and up again, there to engulf the head of it with your mouth, sucking it, your lips sliding down the length of me, then up again, a continual diving and surfacing as you feel me harden against your teeth and lips and tongue. I reach down, lift you up. You climb on the side of the bed, straddle my hips. As you settle down on my lap, I guide my rigid cock into your cunt, feeling it grasp at me, drawing me in. Then I am full into you. As I steady your body, you begin a slow up- and-down movement so that my cockhead just slightly leaves your cunt, then plunges to the very depths of you as you fall upon me. Now increasing speed, your cunt muscles grip my shaft, sucking it, teasing me, exciting me, desiring me until, finally, I groan, pull you to me, bury my face between your breasts, breathe your name, my hips thrusting up against your thighs, shoving deep and deeper still as spurt after hot spurt fills your cunt to the full. I fall backwards onto the length of the bed, pull you with me, our thighs still locked together. I roll on top of you, continue to pump in and out of you for a short time as my lips find your own, kissing you deep and long, my hands stroking your hair and face, holding you, caresing you, comforting you, never wanting to let you go... -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----