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 Author: Axe Man Sam
Title: Heavyweight Abduction
Part: Scene 1
Summary: Dominant cow, who yearns to be dominated herself, risks
everything with an anonymous abductor.
Keywords: Mf, bd, sm, ds, abduction, fat, bbw.
   Scene 1
   The waiting is over.
   You gave me your address.  You were instructed to wait outside your
house, in front of the front door, wearing only a thin coat and some flimsy
sandals, your house shoes.  So here you are.  As you were specifically
instructed, the thin coat has outside pockets, and it's too large, even for
you.  Underneath, you wear a simple pair of plain white underpants.  No bra
supporting your weighty tits.  Nothing else.
   It's cold, winter is coming, there is a light rain coming down in the
early evening blackness.  Inside your house, all the lights are on.  Your
husband, your slave, is following the commands I told you to give him.  He
is on all fours in the kitchen, cleaning the floor, completely naked except
for his cock cage - and the five kilogram weight that you attached to a
short chain around his balls.  He is nervous.  He is worried for you.  You
have ordered him not to worry, not to comment, not to have an opinion, not
to think.  You said, I think, you don't think, you obey.  This is My Will,
and as My slave, you must respect it.  He obeys, but he is still nervous.
   You are not nervous.  You are not worried.  You are scared.
   The car pulls up.  It is a black SUV.  I get out.
   The engine is still running.  I am wearing a heavy coat, scarf, a hat,
dark glasses.  You can't recognise me from my photo.  You realise I don't
want to be recognised.  Is it even me, or is it someone else?  The car is
parked dead center right in front of the doorway.  You can't see either the
front or the back licence plates.  With all the lights on in the house,
pinned on his hands and knees by the weight on his balls, your husband
can't even see the car.  You realise this is my deliberate plan.  There is
no way to trace me, no way to identify me.  If you go with me now, there is
no way to know if you are ever coming back.
   You notice that your hand is on the handle of your front door and you
have half turned to go back inside.  You look at your hand like it belongs
to someone else.  You take a deep breath, and your hand sort of falls from
the door handle, flops at your side.
   You turn to look at me.  Drops of cold rain fall quickly through the
space between us.  You see yourself reflected, distorted, in the lenses of
my dark glasses.  A fat woman in a thin coat, your big unrestrained breasts
making unflattering lumps in the fabric.  Your long red hair, fluttering in
the cold wind, starting to get wet.  Your eyes are empty, scared, hopeful
like a child's.
   "Walk to the car", I say, as coldly and as finally as if I am ordering
you to your execution.
   You hesitate, glance back again at the warmth and light of your house.
   "Walk to the car, now, or turn around and never trouble me again."
   You gather yourself, put your arms at your side as if you were posing on
a catwalk.  You summon your will, and step forward.  It feels like you are
stepping off the edge of a cliff.
   You walk forward.  You get to the car.  I don't have to tell you to keep
your eyes looking straight ahead.  You feel me come up behind you.  I push
you, slowly, forward, until you are leaning against the car.  You put your
hands out to support yourself.
   I reach under your coat, and you feel the cold, light rain against your
skin.  My hands move around under the coat, but it is business-like,
purposeful, not erotic, ignoring your nearly naked body underneath.  It is
just a basic check, to confirm you have followed instructions.  I loosen a
few buttons.  Then, one by one, still leaving the coat on you, I pull your
arms out of the sleeves.  The sleeves are dangling, your arms are dangling
inside the coat.  Now you are leaning even more precariously against the
black SUV.
   I put my face up against your ear.  My energy touches you, you feel it,
transmitted through your hair, an electrical charge that sends a shower of
tension through your body.  You can smell me, smell my man-smell, musky and
dark.  You feel sharp stubble against your cheeks.  My voice is menacing,
threatening.
   "Last chance.  Yes or No.  You can still say no, and crawl back inside
with the other slave."
   You take another breath, and close your eyes.  The scent of me fills
your lungs.  You breath me down into the lowest part of you, from the
highest openings of your body down into the lowest openings of your body,
inhaling my scent like a drug.  Your body tells you the answer, forces you
to answer.
   "Yes"
   You feel something smooth and hard running around your wrists.  No, not
smooth - rough.  Rough edged, and tightening, clicking, tightening.  It
locks in place, cutting in to your skin.  You feel me tugging on it,
checking the fit is tight.  There's a sharp pain in the little bones of
your wrist, a tingling, a numbness, and then a pain in your shoulders.  You
shift your shoulders around, trying to find a more comfortable position.
   You feel me lifting the skirt of your coat briefly.  My hand goes down
the back of your underpants, forcing past your big buttocks, into the
cleft. I grip the tang of your underpants and twist them sharply up into
your cunt.
   "Move."
   I push you, slide you, along the side of the car, using your underwear
as a painful handle, like moving a bag of groceries along a table.  You
stumble sideways to keep up.  I open the rear door of the car, it swings
upward.  I turn you around, slowly enough that you see my face again just
as I push you backwards into the car.  You fall, slowly, awkwardly onto the
black carpeting of the cargo space, hurting your arms that are pinned
behind your back.  Your legs are flapping outside the car, naked, ungainly.
But I'm not looking at your body at all, I'm just staring at your eyes. 
One sandal falls off into the wet, black road.  I pick it up and throw it
in the car.
   "Get in.  Get all the way in"
   You have no purchase on the floor but you try to obey.  You wriggle
backward, moving your heavy body from side to side, trying to use your
elbows to push yourself back.
   I take your bare foot with one hand, and push.  With the other hand, I
twist your underpants in my grip again, and push there as well.  The
twisted tang of fabric rides into both of your openings like a wire.  You
shriek and push yourself back as the cloth cuts into you but you are not
quick enough, you hear a snap like a gunshot and pain starts to flower in
your private parts.  I pull the remnants of your underwear from under your
fat arse cheeks and force them into your mouth.  You taste the salty taste
of your own fluids, and a little of your own blood.  I push your legs up
and back into a gynaecologist's examining position, and close the rear door
on you, the window glass pushing against your feet.
   You hear me enter the car, the door opens but doesn't close.  You can
see me, above you, in the back seats, taking something from a bag.  It is a
gag.  A leather gag.  It is a penis gag, six inches, the same kind you use
on your own slave.  I start pushing it into your mouth.  You fight back.  I
hold your nose hard, hard enough to bruise, until you open your mouth.  The
leather shaft goes in, you choke at the dry taste and the forced entry.  I
buckle it around your head, catching and pulling your hair painfully in the
buckles.  You realise that your torn underpants are still in your mouth,
pinned by the gag.  You can feel them tickling your throat.  You know this
isn't safe.  They might come loose.  You might choke.  You might die.
   As you are thinking this thought, the black hood comes down over your
head, and the drawstring is pulled tight around your throat.  Everything
goes black, and you scream into your hood, as the doors of the car slam
shut, the engine roars, and the car drives away from the lights of home,
and into the rain and darkening night.  
  
Heavyweight Abduction - Scene 1