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The Kidnapping - - A story by Barry Centric - 23 April 2000-
Alice had been terrified. The journey in the car with the hard metal of the
silencer pressing against her side, the unspeaking gansters,
and then being bundled into a dusty wharehouse.
Alice had been kidnapped in her own home.
Alice was a red head, about 150 pounds with nice 36C breasts
and a firm body, with enough wastline that made her look, if
not a teenage model, a sexy looking thirty year old housewife.
All she had on at the time of the abduction was a short denim skirt,
a tee shirt and under that a bra and panties. She had tights
(panyhose for americans) on but no shoes. The large car had been driven
up the driveway. They had knocked on the kitchen door at the side of the
house at 1 in the afternoon and she had been getting ready to go food
shopping.
As soon as she answered they had grabbed her, a rough hand over her mouth and
bundled her into the limo.
The one who appeared to be the leader had taken a quick look around, and then
closed the door to the house. The limo had blacked out windows, and they
drove for at least 30 minutes.
She knew all the men by sight , and had seen them occasionally at night clubs,
talking to her husband. Her husband's work was dodgy she knew that, and he
always had large amounts of money.... but this...
Adrenaline flowed through her almost making her shake.
When it was later explained that her husband was late with
some promised merchantise, and they were using her as insurance,
well, then she knew that she was safe. He would not let HER down.
He had said nothing of doing a dirty on his `busines associates', and he
would not have left her around for the mob to pick up if he was planning
to run away with either their money or any of their precious `comodities'.
The situation became further relaxed when the four burly men began to
play cards.
"May I join in ?" she timidly asked.
"yeah sure..." Said the one in the beige lounge suite, the
first time he had ever spoken in her presence. He was about 40 years old
and had brown hair, and a blonde one days growth stubble.
After a few hands of poker, the one in the beige suit
took out a small paper packet, a mirror and a razor blade.
Alice looked on. Cocaine was quickly and expertly chopped up into
lines. Alice had had coke before. Well hell, she thought, if they had evil
intentions
she might as well enjoy it and if they did not,
well go with the flow and hope they just got really stoned
and left her alone. The thought of evil intentions gave her a gentle thrill.
The girlish fantasies of being swept away with no choice. Her mind went back
to a summers day at school in the lunchbreak where three boys had taken turns
with her. She had always kept this episode deep in the back of her mind and
was embarassed by it. She had understood, at the time, that a bad reputation
would be got from repeating this type of wantonness, but at 15 on that hot
day in august she had not been able to help herself. She remembered the smell
of new mown grass and
the feeling of repeated sex, the first had hurt slightly at first and had
sparked good feelings and each subsequent boy had felt better and better.
Also how her friend had noticed the grass marks on the back of her blouse
where it was rucked and stained by the thrusting movements of her back
on the grass. Her friend helped her clean it a little before class.
"What have you been up to?" she had asked with a wide grin and a girlish
gleam in her eyes. "I'll tell all on the way home..." She only talked about
"one boy" on the way home...
She suppressed the memory and watched as with a rolled up twenty dollar note
they took it in turns to take lines. She smoothed the denim skirt a little down
her legs. The mirror and 20 dollar note was offered to
alice and she did likewise. Just a little she thought, just one line perhaps
and enjoy the card game.
Two of the gansters exchanged knowing
glances. The coke hurt her nose a little at first. She looked at her cards, and
exchanged two. After a while the effects of a tingling pure pleasure began to
course through Alices ankles and calve muscles. God this coke was good.
Her tension began to ease. This was OK. Her husband would come through.
Concentrating on the cards became a little difficult
and she found herself two hands later accepting a large
whiskey and another line of coke. The feeling around
her feet turned from a gentle sensation to a tingling pleasure (a little like
what walking in snow barefoot must feel like), her fingers felt a little
numb and a euphoria spread through her mind. She was still a little scared of
her captors though, and did nothing she thought might provoke them. She played
with her stockinged toes while the card game went around.
That felt really good.
Also the coke and alcohol combined to where the presence of the
four males had an unsettling effect on her. She caught the eyes of one or
two of them looking at her lucious stockinged legs, but the coke also made her
feel confident and carefree.
It was a complement for them to look. She wanted any excuse
to take the good looking one to bed. It became recurring naughty thought that
would not go out of her head. She became aware of the feeling of her nipples
against her bra, and a pleasant sensation of longing between her legs. She
checked herself and picked up the next hand, but let slip a phrase, a kind of
half way house, of female vulnerability.
"God I am stoned ... " she said. She 'accidentally' brushed her arm
against the gangster to the rights leg. The sensation was
amplified by the coke. It felt good for seconds afterwards where
it had touched. They played more hands and the coke went around
for the third time, and her drink was filled again. Now She felt too stoned.
She decided not to drink anymore and refuse the next line, but by the time
the coke came around again she found that she had drained her glass.
And she took another line. She felt wonderful, and stretched her body
and moved her hips, enjoying the sensation of moving her body,
as she readjusted her position in the chair.
As she became more and more stoned, fantasies flashed before her inner
eye, mainly involving her and the good looking one but in a dreamy way confused
with her husband too.
She felt more and more distracted. Eventually She asked for the toilet hoping
the good looking one would take her there. The man in the beige suit
stood up, "OK, Lady but no funny stuff". She found it very strange to
get up, and the hem of her skirt brushed against her legs with a strength
sensation that was so pleasant it was almost difficult to walk.
What Am I doing she thought. I am now totally wrecked with all these strange
men. He walked her through the warehouse to a decrepit and somewhat dusty
toilet. As she sat to pee she noticed that her pussy was wet and stank of
sex smell. God I must be more aroused than I thought she said to herself
through the pleasant haze that was her mind.
She urinated, put her stockings back on and pulled her knickers up
over them, and then opened the toilet door and looked
at the gangster.
She really wanted him to just hug her, she needed comfort and a human touch
( and more !). Why was he being so stand-off ish. Perhaps it was that they
were under orders not to loose her. Perhaps her husband held a good `rank'
but had caused mistrust. What was he in charge of that they would want his
wife for 'insurance' ?
She sat down again, and could not concentrate on the cards.
And then something snapped in her imagination. She was so high and felt sooo
damn good.
She felt really randy now and could feel the dampness down below. She wanted a
fuck, and these guys seemed to need prompting.
She dropped her cards on the table and placed her hand on the good looking
ones thigh, looked into his eyes and then made a girlish nervous laugh.
She felt a mixture of fear and
an overpowering lust, and a from the coke and gentle blanket of
pleasure and freedom. The overall situation had a strange effect, it stripped
away all inhibitions.
She stood up, and eight eyes followed her. The four men watched her
as any stoned man looks at a pretty woman, but with an added tension.
What was she doing, and we have to watch her, she might try to escape.
Her thoughts were swimming, and she was not really in control.
She was thinking if they won't
make a move I damn well will, she thought. she wanted sex and a thought that
this might be her last chance too, illogically warped her stoned brain.
What the hell she thought, to hell with the poker game, I want some real fun.
Slowly she began an amateurish strip dance. The gangsters first
looked pop eyed and then smiled and the good-looking one winked to
the one on his left. She partly meant it as a tease and partly as a direct
invitation, and partly from feeling stoned and a little scared.
The air was charged with tension.
She did'nt know how she could stop this, and it was fun anyway, the four men
seemed to think so too. They watched intently.
Slowly she took all her clothes of all except for the stockings,
and as she stepped out of her knickers,
she looked up. She then suprised herself and said, in a clear and
unashamed tone "Who is first then ?". Her mind was partly reliving the
moments on the school playing field, it had the same flavour of abandon and
rebellion and having sex out on the playing field behind the trees.
She had hoped the good looking one would take her hand, and drive her to
a motel, or something, she gazed in his direction grinning stupidly, but
the gangsters looked at each other and then the leader, said, "me" and
stood up.
He held her hand tightly and took he through a door she had not
seen before where there was a bed, and a cocktail cabinet. A screwing room.
This is where they must bring whores she thought lazily.
Although not the man she wanted, she felt obliged to obey, or was that
just an excuse for how hot she felt. She had not the time or the state of
mind to really ponder it. His hand felt reassuring anyway, and she felt damp
downstairs. She really wanted a fuck.
He gently pushed her down onto the bed, unbuckling his belt as he did so,
his erection springing out of his pants. She was so excited she pushed
her hips towards his penis and writhed down the bed to meet him, all she
could think about at that moment was impaling herself on his swollen manhood
and an eargerness for the sensation of it touching her outer pussy lips.
The penis touched her stockings, just where her pussy lay. He nuzzled it
against her pussy lips through the fine nylon mesh. It felt nice, but she was
hungry for penetration and
pushed him back, rolled over once, rolled her stockings
down, and then rolled on the bed so that she was under
him again. The stockings still clung to her left leg but she was unaware of
it. He entered her gently and she held onto him, the coke and her wetness
numbed the normal few seconds of pain. She screwed like a sweet furry rabbit,
fuelled on the sensation enhancing stimulant and drunk as she was she cared
nothing of protection. After five or so minutes she asked the man to go to
spoons position, just as she would have asked her husband. He obeyed and when
he was back inside her, instructed him to finger her as he
gently moved in and out of her.
She had to guide his middle finger to the correct area a few times,
but then, by gauging the reaction on her, he found out what she liked and
gently thrust in and out of her while he manipulated her sex. As he did this
she grabbed the pillow and bit on its corner to stifle her moans.
Her beautiful red hair cascaded over the pillow, and the man could feel his
penis moving inside her with the finger he was rolling her fun button with.
She always did spoons and finger with her husband and it hardly ever failed
to make her come.
When she began to come with this stranger, her vagina started to go into
spasm, and the rythmic squeezing on his penis, and her infectious sexual
excitement caused him to come too. He pulled his penis out after recovering,
and seconds later She felt her right ankle firmly gripped by a male hand that
could not have been the first mans.
The hand pulled up her right leg, first opening her legs wide, revealing her
recenly fucked ginger pussy, and then causing her body to roll onto its back.
And as soon as she was on her back another hard penis was entering her
sacred love hole.
She opened her eyes and saw this was the gangster who had been in the beige
suit, his shirt half unbuttoned gently pumping her. She moaned and out of the
corner of her eyes saw the other two in the room watching and waiting for
their turn. She felt like prey with the hunters waiting to swoop.
One unbuckled his pants and offered his penis to her to suck. which she did
until . Normally she did not like sucking, but she was so excited she did it
without thinking. She sucked until she was on the verge of climax.
She then rolled her head back,
unintentionally ingnoring the man who was being blown, and her moans turned
to screams of delight as the feeling in her cunt became wonderful, to good
for words, she placed her arms around the man and let him pump her to her
second climax of the day; he however coped with her vaginal spasms and
did not come for another few minutes. In the daze following the orasam
she closed her eyes and held onto his neck as her bum was reatedly bounced
into the matress.
And then the good looking one took over. Her pussy was awash with spunk and
she felt like a whore, but the sensation was so wonderful she did not care.
So wet was her pussy from her own juices and the sperm of two men, that the
penis slipped in easily.
She was in the primeval sex state of a woman, where she was pliant and
demanded only love action !
She asked him in a murmuring voice for "spoons" , but he either did not
hear or understand, instead he her turned her over on to all fours. She
instinctively pouted her vagina out and reached behind her to grab the
penis and guide it in, her red hair sprawled on the pillow, her eyes
closed and her mouth half open. Once in he pumped quickly from behind,
the sensation of the rapid movement took her back into the wonderful
pleasant sensation that had her moaning with her sweet head buried in the
pillow, he came and she was left gasping and emotionally shattered with the
pleasure when the fourth man entered her also from the back so that she
did not even know for sure who was making love to her. Not that she would
have cared by now anyway. She gasped in pleasure, and
then, when his initial energies were spent they turned around so he could
finish in the missionary position.
He gasped and yelled and floundered like a fish out of water as he shot
into her. As his spasms died down, She, unashamed looked up and around the
room.
The other three were looking at her. "Err Hi she said".. and then dreamily
and gently thrust her hips against the fourth man who was still hard and
recoving from his climax, his sweaty head breathing hard against her shoulder.
"More coke for the Lady" said the leader.
They all sat around in various states of undress, some on the bed and some
on chairs at the side and took more lines. She asked for and got a tumbler
with neat whiskey.
She looked tousled and glowing, her red hair was a fluffed, and her
expression flushed. He breasts were pert, and the stocking on her left
leg had rolled down her to her ankle. Her thighs were a beautiful flushed
flesh pink.
The ginger hair on her vagina looked beautiful, and a tricle of sperm oused
out of her
still reddened and puffed up pussy.
The next lines of coke began to take effect.
She laughed and made jokes, and then the good looking one leaned over and
kissed her lips, she sank back on the bed and guided his prick into her
reddened and swollen vagina, gently pulling him on top of her. She squeezed
her cheek against his face as he gently began thrusing his hips to meet hers.
This time the men lasted longer and the afternoon became a blur of coke
and sex.
During a long session, with which man she was unsure, she distanly heard
a phone ring, and one of the men left the room.
While she was sipping a whiskey he came back ten minutes later.
"Its OK he came through, you can go I guess".
A devilish glint flickered in her eyes, and she pulled him down onto the bed
for her last fuck in that sorid bed in the warehouse that day.
As she was preparing to go there was a embarrassed silence. She had disgraced
herself and been unfaithful to her husband. They had kidnapped her and fucked
a colleages wife.
The Good looking one said " If you ever feel like playing
cards again.... ?"
The gangsters and the half clad woman all laughed.
She would not tell of the kidnapping, and the gangsters had no need to.
But they had something over her too.
"What the hell" , she said thinking of the school playing field and how she
had longed to do that again but could not abide the talking, this was safe,
she could come here, get stoned as hell (an added bonus : free coke) and have
the sexual time of her life,
"I guess I'll have to !"
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When she got home, the coke had worn off a little, but she was still very
stoned. She had showered and changed into a see through teddy, covered over
by a towel bath gown.She heard the familiar click of the front door lock
and her husband entered the house.
"Hell of a day at work, honey" he murmered as she cuddled up to him ;
she looked into his eyes put her hand in his and led her up to the bedroom.
"You seem very wet darling" he said as she guided his stiff prick into her
pink moist tunnel of love.
"I have been thinking about you darling " she said as she thought of the
warehouse and the adventures sh'd get up to tomorrow while he was out....
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