Blog : Abduction

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5/4/2014 7:48 pm

Abduction

You will come to my house, with the expectations of attending a glamorous charity event as friends. Dressed to the nines, you love the latest fashions and to show off your charms with the who's who of San Francisco's well to do. I will politely invite you in. Then with the suddenness of a tiger, I will take you down, and whip you with my belt until you are crying uncontrollably. You will handcuffed, your feet shackled, a ring gag placed in your mouth, and hooded.

I will then rip and cut every piece of sexy designer clothing off of you and grope your roughly. Screaming what a filthy little girl you are for whoring yourself out on these erotic websites. You will be half-dragged by the hair to my dark crawl space, where you will stay for what seems hours...naked, cuffed, hooded and gagged, body aching from the beating, freezing in total darkness...not knowing what is next. All you can hear are heavy objects been moved and power tools being used. If all that wasn't scary enough, you realize you told no one where you were going tonight or who you would be with.

After a very lengthy wait, you hear someone come into the crawl space, he lays on top of you, his face is inches from yours and you can tell it is me even in the darkness. You smell the bourbon and cigars on my breath. After being so cold for so long some part of your brain is very thankful to me for placing my warm body on top of you, even as the rest of your brain screams fear.

"I have loved you since I first set eyes on you, I know you felt it too but we were both embroiled in others. So I waited." I say softly. "But now I will make you love me!" I scream. You brace for what must be something brutal. And instead I gently stroke the hair out of your eyes, you feel it come unstuck from your makeup and tears. I so tenderly kiss your face and run my hands over your hair. You are shocked as the contrast to your previous treatment couldn't be more opposite. You did have feelings for me and you can't help but feel those bubble up even as you try to suppress them.

I then pick you up and carry you to a large tiled bathroom. I shackle you to a metal chair that is bolted to the floor. The legs and sides are hinged and spread your knees far part leaving you crotch very exposed. But the room is so warm and candles are lit. I take the shower hose and spray you with warm water, it is such a relief after freezing in the crawl space. You watch the dirt roll off of you and into a floor drain. But you suddenly remember how scared and helpless you are, and your fear of what I might do wells up inside you. So all you can do is start screaming at me to let you go, that you don't love me and I am a horrible monster.

"Kitten, I can't have this kind of back talk" I say calmly as I turn off the warm water and spray you with a different hose. "You have to show respect for me and know that everything I do to you is for your own good, even if it doesn't seem so at the time" The second hose is attached to what looks like a small refrigerator as the water coming out is a few degrees above freezing. It feels like you are being hit with a bat every time the water hits your skin. You chest tightens and you can barely breathe. "I'M SORRY" you sob, and I stop the cold and warm you back up with the hot.

As I bend down to kiss you however, you lash out and nearly bite my face. As you continue to scream obscenities at me, your energy draining, but your determination to fight is still strong.

"I warned you" I say calmly while bringing up a small cylinder level with your face. The stream of pepper spray hits your eyes like being splashed with white hot lava. You brain overloads with pain receptors jabbing you with a million pins at once. Your only though is that you will do anything, say anything, endure anything if this pain would just stop. The pain is so intense, that you would suck a thousand homeless men's cocks in exchange for this searing pain to go away. I drains any remaining energy and fight you have as you thrash in your chains and scream at the top of your lungs.

After what seems like a half hour, you vaguely remember in your haze being unchained and carried to large soft bed. Your hands and legs tied down, but you are treated gently and covered in a warm blanket. As the pepper spray nearly wears off, I stroke you softly and whisper sweet words to you. "Beg me to make love to you kitten" I say as I slide inside you. You are too exhausted to protest, and somewhere deep down in pelvis you feel a desire to be penetrated and defiled. You never want to feel that pain again and welcome the potential for sexual pleasure even under such humiliating and compromised circumstances.

After some time, you feel my seed gush inside you finally, you welcome the end. But is it?


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