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Chicago Abduction (FFdom/M, nc)
by: david3020@aol.com (David3020)
(c) 1998


***

Carl York was a young man working construction in the Chicago area. Mostly
building high rises with his construction crew. He was a blond haired man of
twenty, working construction to pay for classes at the University of Chicago. A
rigorous schedule, but the construction work was mostly in the summertime when
he wasn't in class. Carl was just getting off work and going home from a
jobsite in the loop area. His coworkers had already left and he was the last
one out. As he walked to his old Ford Pinto he noticed a bright red Jaguar
parked under a streetlight. The car had been parked there the two previous
nights when he came down from the construction project. Someone must live in
the area, he thought. Nice looking car but it didn't belong fifty feet away
from a high rise under construction. He shrugged his shoulders at the thought
and proceeded to get into his 76 Pinto. He sat down in the seat and closed the
car door. Before the key made it to the ignition a gloved hand with a cloth
drenched with chlorophyl clamped over his nose and mouth. He struggled for
breath and all he got was fumes. The world went fuzzy and he blacked out...
    He slumped in the drivers seat. The woman released the chlorophyl
hankerchief from his mouth. A giddy smile overcame her. The hunt was
successful. Her new chamber slave had been captured. She leaned forward and
flashed the Pinto's headlights twice. The red jaguar started up and pulled
along side the pinto. Another woman got out of the Jaguar and opened the
drivers door.
"Well muscled, isn't he. I hope you know what your getting Veronica." said the
woman as she guided the unconscious man out of the Pinto. 
"He will make an excellent chamber slave." replied Veronica. "The perfect gift
for the woman who has everything. Watch his head." They both gathered him to
the back seat of the Jaguar. Secile closed the back door.
"Lets head for Hoffmann Estates and home." said Veronica. They jumped into the
front seat of the Jaguar and sped off....

Carl awoke with a terrible headache. The room was pitch dark so he couldn't see
where he was. He went to flex a leg and found he couldn't. The leg only moved a
few inches! He tested his other limbs to find he was bound to the posters of a
four poster bed. He tried to pull at his restraints real hard but when he did
he heard the clink of chain links! He was still a little groggy but he got the
distinct feeling that he was naked.
"Help." he moaned. "Is anyone there?"
"Veronica, I think he's awake." he heard a womans voice say.
"I think I will go in and greet my house guest." another woman's voice replied.
   The bedroom door openend and a long haired veluptous redhead appeared
wearing a silk nightie. She acted suprised to see a naked man tied up in her
bed. 
"Oh my, where did you come from." she purred as she slinked toward the bed. "I
think that Mrs. Santa brought me my present early this year."
"Where am I?" he asked still groggy.
"In your new home. With your new mistress." She ran her fingers up his leg and
cupped his genitalia. "Let's start the engine. I want  to go for 
 a ride!"
"Kid....kidnapping is a federal offense. You could go to jail." he blurted out.
"Oh really? A little hard for them to convict if nobody tells the police.
Ronnie out there is my nieghbor. I don't think she will tell. She helped me bag
you. And my other nieghbor saw us bring you in and she already asked to borrow
you on occasion."
She dropped away her nightie to reveal two ginger colored breasts. She sat down
on his stomach and leaned forward until a nipple dangled in front of his mouth.

"Now suck. And if you do anything wrong I rip off an ear."
His mouth encompassed her nipple and he gently rolled his tongue around it
bringing it ti a state of hardened arousal. She ran her fingers through his
hair and praised him the way someone would praise their dog. She moved one
breast away and brought the other to his lips. He sucked like a newborn as she
made cooing sounds toward him.
   She suddenly moved down and squatted smartly on his erection and began to
ride. He squirmed beneath her pulling with all his might against his
restraints. She persisted harder. Thrashing her head around each time she came
down on him.  His body suddenly stiffened and the juices of life were
transfered to her. Sweat dripped down between her breasts. She brought her
chest close to his face and insisted that he lick the sweat from her. His
tongue licked saliva trails between her breasts. She continued to make cooing
sounds toward him. She patted him on his head in praise. She was in utter joy.
She had the ultimate pet. No more singles bars, no marriage to a man who would
argue with her, a perfect obediant slave. Life was good......
        He laid on a serving platter in the dining hall. He was restrained on
the platter. His stomach and genitals were covered in cream and a bowl of
strawberries sat between his legs. Secile, Ronnie and Alexandra, another
nieghbor, sat around the table talking. Ronnie picked up a strawberry and
rolled it in the cream that had settled on Carl's stomach.
"So Alexa, what do you think of my new furnishings." she nodded toward Carl.
"Very nice. Perfect for the wealthy woman who has everything." Alex picked up a
strawberry and ran it up Carl's genitals to extract the store bought cream that
clung there.
"So who gets to play with him tonight?" asked Ronnie hopefully.
Secile got a playful look on her face. "Well....It should be you or Alex. How
about I let Carl loose up on the third floor of the mansion and you two have to
hunt him down. The one that finds him gets to bag him for the night. You two
will be locked on the third floor with him. Nobody gets out. He might even be
kind enough to pleasure you both." She ran a finger through Carl's hair.
"Maybe I'll escape." he said. "And bring the cops. "
"I doubt it sweetie. The third floor is a converted actic. No windows and only
one way out. The way you go in. And no one comes down without being under the
scrutiny of me and my 357. Now ladies lets see about getting your prey into
position."
She covered his mouth with a cloth full of chloroform and everything went dark.
    It was much later in the night when he awoke. He felt carpeting under his
body. He awkwardly got up and stumbled down the hall. He passed a proximity
detector gerry rigged to the wall when he did. A buzzer went off downstairs to
announce his being awake and on the move. He stumbled down the dark hallway and
turned left into a series of connecting rooms. Minutes later two female forms
slipped into the hallway from the stairway door. Ronnie was dressed in a safari
hunter uniform. Alexa was dressed up like the Catwoman out of Batman. Alexa
also wore a set of nightvision goggles to see down the darkened hallway. The
'eyes of a cat'.
Alexa cut left into one series of rooms. Ronnie went right. Out there somewhere
was thier prey. The man who would be forced to bring them ecstacy.
    Carl moved into the first room. He could see a little. The room had been
converted into a bar. He walked over to the bar where four barstools sat. He
looked for a bottle, anything he could crack his pursuers over the head with. A
bottle of Don Perion sat at the end of the bar. It would have to do. He moved
behind the bar to look for a heavier bottle. Nothing. Some wine glasses, a six
pack of Molsen Golden and a wine cooler. Nothing of use. With his lethal bottle
of wine in hand he approached the next room. He cautiously entered the room.
Some sort of makeshift dungeon. The redhead was definately into the S&M. All
the more reason he had to escape. He walked past what appeared to be a bed
elevated at a 45 degree angle with a set of stirrups and a seat mounted so
someone could straddle a victims face with their legs wide open for convenient
service. He started to move forward when he heard someone yelp. A shadow
suddenly flipped in the darkness and was hanging upside down. An aw shit
followed the yelp.
    Carl moved toward the bobbing figure. It was Ronnie, the brunette. She had
sprung one of the snare traps that Secile had set up in the dungeon. One of his
problems solved. That left only the blond. He fumbled around near a torture
rack and found a ball gag and a set of open hand cuffs. He crept toward Ronnie
and suddenly shoved the gag in her mouth. She tried to scream suprise, but was
too late. He had the gag in her. She reached back and put a strangle hold on
his privates. His eyes watered, but he managed to get her to release him and
put a set of hand cuffs on her. One down one to go. He went back by the torture
rack to find his wine bottle/club. He fumbled by the leg of the rack where he
laid it. It was gone! He suddenly felt it crash down on his head and his world
went from dark grey to pitch black.
     Something was being waved under his nose. He came to with a start.
Smelling salts. He tried to move. He found himself on the torture rack inverted
at a 45 degree angle with the empty straddle seat in front of his face. Then he
felt a tongue, no two tongues running the length of his genitals. One of the
mouths started kissing up the side of his body and proceeded to his head . He
turned. It was Alexa, the blond. She proceeded to gently bite on his earlobe.
Ronnie raised her head up momentarily to smile at him and then lowered her head
back down to continue arousing his manhood. Both were butt naked. Their hunter
outfits cast aside. Alexa climbed up into the chair and put her bare feet in
the foot rests on either side of Carl's head. She grabbed him by the scruff of
the hair and pulled his head forward.
"Eat, boy...." she purred. And caught up in the heat of the moment. He did. She
ran her fingers through his hair and praised him as he wiggled his tongue in
all directions. Meanwhile Ronnie was kissing down the side of his leg. She
moved down below his ankle restraint and began sucking on his big toe.
Meanwhile Carl was going to town on Alexa with his tongue. She let out little
gasps as he did her. She reached down below her spread apart legs and began
fondling one of his nipples. Carl pulled against his restraints as waves of
ecstasy passed through him.
   Alexa pressed a button and the chair lowered her open thighs even with his
groin. Another button brought the chair up close. She began riding his erection
with unbridaled passion. He pulled at his restraints like a bucking bronco
nearly poking Ronnie in the eye with his big toe. Undaunted she went kissing up
the outside of his leg. This went on for some time until Alexa was spent and
climbed down. 
"Give him time to rest Ronnie, then you could ride him. Let's go in the bar and
grab those wine coolers. After all the night is still young....."
     Two months had gone by and he was still held captive. In that time he had
not worn one shread of clothing or actually looked out a window. Any tanning
had been done by sunlamps or a skylight in the attic. However he was forced to
work out on gym equipment and on Secile and her nieghbors. Then a fourth woman
came into play. She was a rarety. A prominent black business executive had
moved in across the street. Her dating life had been next to none. She had
fought her way up the corporate ladder and had busted through the glass
ceiling. She was beautiful and very smart  and very lonely. 
Secile had invited her over for coffee one sunday morning. Carl had initally
been hidden on the upper floors. Amanda sat with Secile drinking coffee. Her
hair had been straightened and reddened. She was light skinned for the fact
that she came from a mixed race marriage.
"So Amanda, you had no time for play?" asked Secile
"No. Fought to get where I am. The men on my board of directors still see me as
a skirt rather than an equal. A few don't but the rest think I sucked my way to
the top. Which is furthest from the truth. For once I'd like to treat a man
like a sex object. Instead of the other way around."
"My man I do treat as a sex object." replied Secile. "In fact I just about got
him fully trained."
Amanda's eyebrows went up. "Really? He lets you act that way toward him?"
"He really has no choice. You see men are like wild horses. Ya just gotta get
them into the corral and break em. Next thing they will eat candy from your
hand."
"Well, I can't seem to even get one saddled let alone, tamed." she said.
"Maybe you should try a tame one....." she turned on an intercom on the coffee
table. "Carl, please come down here. Oh and sweetie bring the baby oil"
"Yes Mistress Secile." he said in a defeated voice.
The upstairs door opened and the most dashing white man Amanda ever saw walked
in naked and holding a gold platter in front of him with a bottle of Johnson's
baby oil on it.
"Carl, this is Amanda our new nieghbor. You will be making her feel welcome to
the nieghborhood this afternoon. "
"Yes Mistress Secile."
"Give her a full body massage and service her any way she desires."
"I am at your service Mistress Amanda. If you will step to the guest bedroom I
can begin your massage."
Amanda didn't know what to say. Carl held out his hand. She shrugged her
shoulders and took it in her milky brown hand and they proceeded to the guest
bedroom.
    Amanda laid back on the bed naked. Carl stepped forward and started rubbing
lotion on her legs. He wore nothing but a collar and a slave chain which Amanda
kept a tight grip on. He rubbed her feet. She gently tugged on the chain and
brought him toward her head. She pulled him down and kissed him on the mouth.
Then she cupped his face in her hands and guided his head down to her breasts
where he obligiantly suckled while she playfully ran her fingers through his
hair. He ran his tongue around the circumference of her breast three times and
then blazed a trail to her nipple. She squirmed under his touch. She felt like
she was on fire. Secile had trained him well. He kissed down her valley and up
to her other breast where he methodically went to work. She stroked his blond
hair. So soft his hair was it felt like satin to the touch. He then licked his
way down between her legs and began to pleasure her in ernest. She never known
passion like this. Carl pushed all the right buttons, brought her to new
hieghts of ecstacy. She suddenly locked her legs around his shoulders and
rolled both of them over until she was on top and he was not. She then rode him
all the way to paradise. He reached up and cupped her breasts as she rode her
white stalion home. When they arrived together both were thick with sweat and
Amanda felt powerful. Those twerps in the board room had a much stronger and
determined Amanda to deal with on monday morning. Carl lay submissively beneath
her. Like a hurt puppy. He had once been a hard working part time constructon
worker/ full time student. But no more. Freedom was a thing of the past.
Clothes were a thing of the past and any dreams he once held had diminished in
the past few months. He was property. No more.....
     It was Christmas time and the winter outside was moist and cold and
miserable as only a Chicago winter could be.  Alexa's niece had come to visit
her Aunt on Christmas eve. Another well endowed blond beauty it also happened
she attended the University of Chicago. Lee Ann had joined her Aunt over at
Secile's house. They sat talking in the front room about men and other related
interests. Lee Ann had been bummed out because she had shown up at her
boyfriends apartment only to find him doing 69 with some asian girl. Merry
Christmas....bah humbug she thought.
"Had any other prospects kiddo?" asked Ronnie.
"No. Everyone has gone home for Christmas. I was sort of hurting. That is why I
showed up at Aunt Alexa's. Didn't feel like running all the way back to Mom up
in Duluth."
"Were you seeing anyone else before you dated this Howard clown?"
"Sigh....Ya. I was seeing this cute blond guy. He was working summer
construction in between semesters. Was supposed to meet me one night after
work. Never showed. His name was Carl York. It was wierd. Like he just dropped
off the face of the Earth or something."
Secile was raising her cappochino to her mouth and froze half way. Ronnie and
Alexa both glanced at each other nervously.
"Were you in love with Carl?" Secile half croaked.
"We were getting there. He didn't have any family. Been knocked around foster
homes until he got old enough to go to college. He was quite the gentleman.
Something could have developed between us. Of course he needed a little
breaking in. Always head strong and stubborn."
Secile had got up and walked to the christmas tree to look at her reflection in
a golden ornament.
"Excuse me for a second ladies." Secile said and proceeded to the second floor.
"So Lee Ann." Alexa said. "How about you and me and Ronnie here head up to
Wisconsin friday for a little skiing. We will chase some cute ski instructors,
get blitzed and maybe get lucky."
"Sure Aunt Alexa. Haven't been skiing in a while."
       Secile walked into Carl's sleep chamber. He was curled up next to a
space heater fast asleep. He had had a busy day. She had tied him up with
garland and had licked egg nog off his body. Now she had to give him away.
Someone was truly in love with her pet. She had taken Carl away from Lee Ann.
Didn't even think about it. She was hunter and he was prey to be captured. She
had lived as a dominant female hunter for so long she figured she could just
pluck a man off the streets the way a lion cut a gazelle away from the herd. 
She tied a red bow around his middle. He stirred a little but continued to
sleep. She went back down stairs.
"Lee Ann. I have a special present waiting for you upstairs. I think it will be
to your liking."
Alexa raised her eyebrows at Secile. Ronnie looked out the window at the
falling snow. Wondering what Rio De Janero would be like and wondering if they
had extradition to the United States.
Lee Ann got up and proceeded upstairs to the second floor. She followed
Secile's instructions and proceeded to the first room on the right. She walked
in. She stopped suddenly. There lay Carl York butt naked with matching neck,
wrist and ankle bracelets on and a bow tied around his middle. The door closed
and locked suddenly behind Lee Ann. She turned and tried to open the door.
"Sorry Lee Ann. Let you out in the morning after a long talk." Secile said from
the other side of the door. "There is champagne chilled in the adjoining room
and a variety of toys in the closet."
"Lee Ann, this is the only way to have a man. He is obedient, housebroken and
will serve your every need" said Alexa from the closed door. "Enjoy. We shall
see you in the morning."
She looked back at the sleeping Carl. The man who had taken her to Great
America. They had necked up on the basket ride, held hands all the way through
the American Eagle ride. Now he was reduced to a girl toy. A living breathing
sex toy. Aw what the hell, she thought. The look on his face when he awoke to
see her would be worth the price of admission. She walked over to the closet
and peered in at the toys and then got an erotic idea.
     Carl awoke to the sensation of someone's fingers gently running up his
erection. The first thing he thought was tht Secile had gotten up for a late
night snack. Half awake he let out a slow moan of pleasure. He looked up. He
saw blond hair and a face hidden by the catwoman mask. Alexa? No the woman was
too short, and from looking at the body she was closer to his age. Another new
nieghbor got let in on the secret of Carl the love slave.
The woman kissed up the length of his stomach and gently suckled on one of his
nipples. Her hands reached back down and fondled his erection.
She reached farther back and shackled his right leg bracelet to one of the
bedposts. Then she shackled  the other leg to the bedpost. She leaned forward
and draped her nipples over his face as she firmly forced his left arm against
the headboard post and then his right arm. He was securly tied.
She gazed down at him with love in her eyes. Something familiar about those
baby blues, he thought.
She dragged a nipple over his mouth and he suckled on it like a new born.  She
made moaning sounds and stroked his hair. He moved his mouth to the other
breast and began rolling his tongue around her erect nipple. He did this for a
few minutes. Finally she moved around and got in the 69 position. Her crotch
sat smartly on his mouth as she ran her tongue up the side of his erection. She
got to the top and her tongue danced on the tip. Meanwhile he was shoving his
tongue up hers. She squirmed on his mouth as he gave her groin little licks.
She suddenly did a 180 with her body and brought her loins down on his and rode
him like there was no tomorrow. She rode and they came. She massaged him until
he was hard again and she rode some more. He bucked like a bronco against his
restraints. The bed shook. He let out pleading moans of pleasure. She rode him
mercillessly. Finally they came together again. She fell on top of him in sweat
and exhaustion.
He looked up at her. "I don't even know your name Mistress...."
"Sure you do Carl. You sure are getting better at showing a girl a good time.
This is much more fun than Great America."
He looked up confused. She straddled his stomach and pulled off her Catwoman
mask.
"Lee Ann!?" he blurted dumbfounded.
"Mistress Lee Ann now." she said. "Well it will be after I work some things out
with Cesile. I think I can convince her to transfer ownership. We get you moved
over to Aunt Alexa's and me moved in for the spring semester and I think we can
set things up fine."
"Lee Ann please. This is kidnapping. What they did was wrong. Convince them to
let me go. I'll stay quiet."
"I'm not going to see my Aunt go to prison Carl. I love her too much. You will
just have to remain in captivity."
She laid her head on his chest. "Just think of the fun we could have together.
The only way I go to the police is if they don't turn you over to me."
Carl looked at her. His situation just got worse. Bad enough being held captive
by total strangers but by someone you would otherwise have feelings for?"
His destiny would never be his own again. He would die a slave. She would love
him in her own bizarre way but he would never walk free again...

     It was spring. Lee Ann got her test scores back from Circle and all was
well with her acadamia. She rushed to Aunt Alexa's and the bubble bath Carl
would prepare for her. She opened the door to the second floor and closed it
behind her. She walked in her bedroom. Carl lay obediently by the foot of the
bed. A twenty foot metal leash anchored him to the foot board. The bathroom
door was open and a hot bath had been poured. She disrobed and slinked her body
into the tub. Carl had come up behind her and climbed in the tub with her and
began rubbing hand soap on her chest and shoulders. She pulled the chain down
and kissed him on the mouth. Her right hand was on his genitals coaxing them
into arousal.
"I take it all went well with school, Mistress Lee Ann?" he asked
"Yes my pet. You will now help me celebrate. The night is ours to explore
endless pleasure."
She guided his mouth to one of her nipples and he began to suckle. While he did
that she erotically rubbed shampoo into his hair. Then with one of her shampoo
filled hands she reached back down to his privates and lathered them up.  He
was rock hard and he moaned with pleasure at her touch. She mounted him there
under the suds of the bathtub. Water splashed onto the tile floor from their
actions. His hands gently rubbed her breasts as she rode him. She reached back
and turned on the shower haed. Warm water pulsed down from the shower massage
as they rocked together in ecstasy. He came and she soaked up the juice inside
her. Some escaped to float among the suds of the bubble bath unnoticed.
    They dried each other off and she led him to the bedroom by the leash.
There she lied down while he gently massaged every inch of her body. This went
on for about an hour then the intercourse started again. Oral this time. He ate
her out there on the bed. His tongue taking on the actions of a snake's tongue
as it flicked in and out of her. She moaned with incredible pleasure. His
ministrations became faster and more intense. She orgasmed. The sex subsided.
Carl lay next to his mistress. He promised to love her forever. She promised to
make him honor that promise. She lay her head on his chest and suckled his
nipple until she fell asleep. He watched her sleep with love in his eyes. He
would take care of her. Despite his captive status he loved her. They would
spend many wonderful years together. The situation eventually blossomed into a
normal marriage. They had kids. Carl became Mr. Mom while Lee Ann pursued a
career. Their lives together were good...

THE END
