I
whimpered as the last strap was pulled tightly over my ankles. I was
sitting in the back of the van, on a blanket, while two men in latex
hoods were checking the rest of the straps.
My
kidnapping was pretty simple. I was taking a shortcut in an alley,
taking no notice of the one car that went by me, so why would I have
noticed the van? It slowed down next to me, and just as I turned my
head, the side door opened and arms reached out, grabbed me and
pulled me in. I was so shocked and surprised that half the straps
were on me before I even thought about fighting back.
Shortly
thereafter, we parked and got another passenger. A woman wearing a
leather jacket zipped up, jeans and combat boots came on. She sat
down in front of me and smiled at me with perfect teeth. Her hair was
black and bobbed. I couldn't stop staring at her eyes; ice blue.
She did
an inspection of my bonds. A strap on my ankles, over and under my
knees, over and under my chest (pinning my arms behind me) and straps
wrapped around my wrists. She tugged on them.
She
patted my thigh, “Sorry for the tightness, but I don't want you
getting away.”
She
smiled as she ran a hand up my thigh, a finger flicking at the button
of my jeans. I drew up my legs, shaking my head whispering, “No,
not that, please..”
My
captor leaned into my face, “You don't get to say 'no'. Not
anymore.”
She
quickly undid the button, pressed down on my knees to straighten my
legs, and pulled down the zipper. I barely tried to fight her; I
closed my eyes and bit my lip.
She
yanked down my pants to my thighs and laughed, “Hello Kitty
panties!?!””
My face
burned red.
She say
back down and was still smiling, “Fine, I won't rip them off...they
look cute on you. I'll save them for later.”
She
twirled a finger on my boots. Cream colored and went up my thigh. She
leaned forward and unbuttoned my flannel shirt halfway down. She
gently pulled on the shirt so they were exposing my breasts, but
still held under the straps.
Her
face close to mine, she hissed, “You know I own you now...right?”
I shook
my head and looked away and gasped when she grabbed my chin roughly
and made me face her, “Oh...you will *learn*...yes, yes you
will...”
She let
me go and sat back. She stared at me, the smile was gone. All I could
see was cruelty and desire. My heart started to pound, because there
was nothing I could do....
She
looked to her two men, nodded at one, “He seems to like you. Turn
your head. Now.”
I
turned and looked. His pants was barely constraining his hard on. I
gulped. It looked, even from inside his pants, huge. I looked back at
her as she spoke.
“They're
mine. They'll do whatever I say or want. You obey me, you please
me...he won't have you. Unless, of course, you want him to have
you...”
I
licked my lips, “Please, if you-”
“Shut
up. Now.”
She
sighed and rolled her eyes and then nodded to him again, “Gag her.”
A wide,
white cloth was pulled into my mouth. He pulled it as far back as he
could. I couldn't even close my mouth. Then when he knotted it, the
pull in the corners of my mouth was almost unbearable. He then pulled
out an Ace bandage and started to gag me again.
With
each wrap around my head, the bandage and the gag got tighter and
tighter. It pulled back into my little mouth cruelly. I tried to
close my mouth, but the pressure in the back was such that there was
no way that was going to happen.
I
whimpered when he brought out the duct tape. I heard the ripping
sound and I moaned. He simply wrapped over the two other gags. The
gag was beginning to hurt a little. When he finally stopped, I could
feel the pressure on my face...even on my eyes.
She
looked at me, pointed at my face with one hand and tossed a roll of
black electricians' tape with the other to her man, “Clean it up.”
I
begged and shook my head. I begged and begged and begged, even with
my eyes I begged. But all that would come out of my mouth was
“ah..ahhhh...ahh...ahhh...”
She
gave me a wicked grin, “Sorry, I can't understand you...”
The
thin, black tape wound around my head. Into my gagged mouth, over my
cheeks, back behind my head...over and over. Finally, he was done.
And I found myself moaning uncontrollably.
She
scooted next to me and put an around me, “There, there....the gag
will only be on there for the ride back to my place, about forty-five
minutes. Oh, look at that...you're already drooling...”
She was
right. I could feel the thin line of warm drool drop from my upper
lip. It was followed by a somewhat thicker strand from my lower lip
and over my chin.
She
slowly laid me me back as the van started moving. She had my head
cradled on one arm. She ran her other hand from my neck, slowly over
the swell of one breast, and over my stomach. I looked at her
wide-eyed, knowing....
She
whispered, “Just obey me, do what I say...and I will make you feel SO good...”
Her
hand went underneath the band of my panties. Fingertips floating
where I shaved that day, seeing her smile as she realized that,
finally, a finger tip caressing a lip...and she looked surprised and
her features softened.
Looking
down at me, a beautiful smile, “Oh baby...you're so wet...”
Her
finger slipped into me and I moaned. She moved it slowly inside of
me, thrusting and circular movements. Soon, I was squeezing her hand
between my thighs, writhing a little, my eyes going unfocused,
repeating the only sound I could make, “ah...ah...ah...”
She
nuzzled my neck and kissed my cheek, “We're going to have SO much FUN...”
