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 THE ABDUCTION
 by Sir DEP's Slave, DW


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CHAPTER I
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I had just got home from work, about 10:00 pm on Friday night, and was
looking forward to a long, hot bath and getting to bed.  I parked my car in
the carport and as I turned away, I felt myself grabbed from behind, and
held by a strong arm, a hand across my mouth.  A low male voice told me not
to scream and not to fight, or I'd get hurt.  However, the man told me that
if I cooperated fully, no serious harm would come to me and he would let me
go when he was finished.  He asked if I understood and I nodded.  Slowly he
lowered his hand from my mouth and told me not to turn around and not to
say anything.  He told me to take off my glasses and hand them to him,
which I did.  He took my purse from me and put my glasses in it.  He put a
blindfold around my eyes and told me to kneel there in the carport.  I did
so.  I heard a car being opened and then closed.  Then, he was back and
helped me to stand.  He led me a few feet, and I heard the should of a car
door opening again.  He helped me inside a van and told me to sit.  He got
in, closing the door after himself.  He reminded me not to fight or resist
in any way, and then he started opening my blouse.  I was shivering from
cold, fear, anticipation.  He pushed the blouse down off my shoulders and
slid it down my arms, until it was completely off.  He told me to kneel,
and as I did so, he unfastened my skirt and slid it down my hips, to my
knees.  He started peeling my pantyhose down over my hips, and then told me
to lie down on my back.  After I did that, he finished removing my skirt
and pantyhose, leaving me lying there on my back, cold and frightened.  I
was thinking that I should just keep quiet and let him have sex with me,
and then he'd let me go.  I felt the van rocking a bit as he moved around
in it.  I gasped as he took my leg over to the side, and secured the rope
to something, and repeated it with my left ankle.  He kept talking in his
low voice, reminding me that I had agreed to be cooperative and he had
agreed not to hurt me - much.  My wrists he bound together and ran a rope
up between them, pulling me out straight.  Then he put a cloth in my mouth.

He told me he couldn't take any chances on my making noises.  I felt him
leave the van, and heard a distant car door slam.  Soon I felt the weight
of someone as they got into the driver's side of the van and the motor
started.


CHAPTER II
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I don't know how long the drive lasted.  It seemed like hours, but it might
only have been a few minutes.  I may never know where I was taken.  He
played a radio low, but didn't talk to me again during the drive.

When the van stopped, so did my heart.  I felt now that he was going to
rape me.  I heard him come around to the back of the van and open it.  For
a long time, I felt him staring at me.  Then I heard a small "pop" and
around the edges of my blindfold I saw a flash of light.  He was taking
pictures of me spread open, tied and helpless in his van.  Then I felt his
hands at my ankle, and the rope was loosened.  He released my other ankle,
and gently rubbed each one, restoring the circulation which had been
slightly impeded.  Although he released my wrists from being bound over my
head, he kept them tied together as he sat me up and helped me slide out of
the van.  I was outside the van, nude and blindfolded, with my wrists tied
in front of me and a gag in my mouth.  I felt cold cement under my bare
feet, but I couldn't tell if I was in a garage, or a carport, or out on a
public street.  I listened carefully to see if I could hear any sounds at
all which might help me identify the place later.  By now, he was leading
me slowly.  He kept walking, guilding me until we came to three cold cement
steps, which we climbed, and through a door I heard him unlock and open.

I now felt a carpeted floor under my feet, and a warmer temperature, so I
knew we were in a house or building of some kind.  From somewhere I could
hear the faint sound of a clock ticking, and I wondered how long I'd been
his prisoner.  Still he guided me further, and I heard another door softly
open.  Now he told me there were some steps, and as he went before me,
helping me down the steps, I lost even the sound of the clock ticking away
in the distance.  After 11 steps, we were again on a flat surface and he
guided me only a few feet further.

He pulled my bound wrists upward, and attached them to a rope which was
already hanging down from the ceiling.  Warning me not to make a sound, he
pulled the cloth from my mouth, allowing me to breathe deeply and to wet my
lips with my tongue.  He ran his hands down my body, cupping my breasts and
tweeking the nipples.  Down over my belly, to my thighs, and between my
thighs.  Again, I heard the pop and knew he was photographing me from every
angle.  After awhile, he stopped touching me and photographing me, and I
think he just stood there and started at me for awhile.  Then he told me
that he had some things to take care of, and he'd be back later.  He told
me not to go away.  Chuckling, he left the room and I heard a door close
behind him.


CHAPTER III
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I didn't know if he was still in the room or if he had really gone.  I
didn't know if there was a window or some way he could keep me in sight.

So I just stood there, with my arms over my head, trying not to cry or
struggle.  After a long while in total silence, I knew I couldn't take it
much longer.  I didn't care what the penalty might be, I tried to free
myself.  I had tried holding my breath, to see if I could hear other
breathing in the room.  So I tried to work my wrists free.  It almost
seemed as though the rope was stretching a bit.  My wrists and my entire
body, began to sweat wit the exertion of this attempt.  I was able to use
my arms to push my blindfold down, so I could see my surroundings.  I was
standing on my toes, trying to reach the knots with my teeth, trying to
pull my wrists through the ropes, anything I could think of to free myself.

Nothing worked.  Exhausted, panting, I gave up and stood there wearily,
wondering what was going to happen to me next.

Looking around, I could see that I was in a fairly large room, no windows,
only one door.  The walls and floor were covered with soft beige/gold
carpeting.  There was a fireplace and in front of it a large comfortable
looking chair.  So far, so good.  Then I looked behind me.  In one corner
of the room was what looked like a jail cell, or a cage.  It was about four
or five feet square, and about six feet high.  Black iron bars.  On the
wall near it I saw an assortment of whips, belts, leather straps which I
later learned where collars and cuffs of all sizes and types, blindfolds,
handcuffs, and many more items.  I'd already figured out this guy wasn't
just going to rape me and let me go.  But now I was really terrified.

Again, I began to struggle, to try to free myself.  My wrists were
beginning to be scraped and bruised from trying to get loose.  I wasn't
concerned about my wrists.  I was frightened that if I didn't get away,
this guy might really hurt me or even kill me.  After totally exhausting
myself, I finally gave up and just stood there, waiting for whatever was
going to happen to happen.

Ood though it sounds, I may have actualy dosed off for a few minutes, when
I felt a slight draft and heard the soft sound of a door closing.
Startled, I looked up, right into the face of my captor.  Since I didn't
have my glasses on, I couldn't see very well.  I could see he was tall,
with dark hair and a mustache.  And he was grinning!  Alarmed, I realized
that he would know that I had defied his warning not to struggle, since
obviously, my wrists were red and raw, and my blindfold had been pushed
down around my neck.  He approached, and with arms crossed across his
chest, he looked me up and down in an appraising way.

He told me that he had been watching me for the past thre hours on a remote
video display, and that my struggles had been recorded for posterity on a
video tape.  He said that everyone has to have a chance to try to escape
and realize it is futile.  Once it is "out of your system" he said, a
captive becomes much more eager to please and more resigned to the
situation.

Now he told me that he had a few rules that we were going to discuss.  He
said he had done this many, many times before, and that I was not going to
get away.  He promised that if I was obedient and pleasing to him, he would
release me after 48 hours.  If, however, I was disobedient or failed to
please him in any way, my captivity would continue indefinitely.


CHAPTER VII
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Leaning my head against his thigh and felt him stroke my hair.  I
was still very turned on from his hands, earlier, and I now hoped
he  would  make  me cum.  Silently, I prayed  for  him  to  begin
touching  me, but I couldn't ask for it because he had not  given
me permission to speak.  I rubbed my breasts against his leg, and
arched  my  body  towards his hand, but  he  just  kept  absently
rubbing  my hair.  I looked up at him, and he looked down  at  me
and  smiled.  Patting my cheek, he said that he had some  errands
to  run,  and would have to leave me for a while.   Standing,  he
took my hand and helped me to stand.  He led me to the wall  near
the  cell, where I had already noticed several  objects  hanging.

He  took my leather bound wrist and pulled it up toward  a  chain
dangling from the wall.  I noticed for the first time that  there
was  a small metal ring on the cuff, and I watched as he  clipped
that  wrist to the chain on the wall.  Turning me around to  face
the wall, he pulled my other wrist several feet over, and clipped
that  one to a similar chain.  I was facing the wall, my  breasts
pressed  up against the gold carpet fabric, as he pulled my  feet
apart  and chained them, also.

I  turned my head and watch as he selected what appeared to be  a
belt from the things hanging on the wall.  He strapped it  around
my  waist,  and then turned and selected a vibrator.   He  pushed
this vibrator up inside me, turned it on, then strapped a portion
of  the  belt  between my legs, evidently to  keep  the  vibrator
inserted.   I began to squirm a bit from the tingling  sensations
the vibrator was producing, and he patted me on my bottom, kissed
the  back of my neck and said, "Good bye.  I'll see  you  later".
The  vibrator felt so good at first.  Then, as I strained to  rub
my  clit  against the leather between my legs, I  couldn't  quite
climax.   I try, but he had left me helpless do do  anything  but
accept  these stimulations.  After a while, I got  so  frustrated
that  I almost start to cry.  I kept thinking he'd  come back  in
any moment, and he'd  take me down and make me cum.  But the time
drags  on and on, and still he didn't come back.  Gradually,  the
vibrations seemed to become more distant, almost as though I  had
grown  accustomed, or desensitized to them.  Not quite numb,  but
not as responsive to them as I was at first.  I drift in and  out
of a stupor, not quite asleep, but not fully awake.  Time  stands
still,  and  I  no  longer wait eagerly for  him  to  return  and
sexually satisfy me.  I now just wait for him to return to use me
any way he will.

I have lost track of all time and don't know whether it is day or
night.  The softly lighted room doesn't give any clue as to  time
or day.  I could have been here for hours, or for days.  I  don't
know  anymore.  I have only his word for it that my 48  hours  is
not up yet.  Maybe he won't release me after 48 hours.   Already,
it  seems  as though I have had no existence prior to  this,  and
that  I won't have any existence after he is through with me.   I
don't know any reality but this.
 

CHAPTER VIII
------------
 

Suddenly,  without warning, he is there, releasing my ankles  and
my  wrists from their bondage.  Unable to stand, I slump  against
him  and feel him ease me down to the soft, carpeted  floor.   He
removes  the belt from between my legs and around my  waist,  and
takes the vibrator out of me.  Smiling, he brushes the hair  back
from my face and asks if I've missed him.  I nod, unable to speak
as  he  caresses my face and runs his hands over my body.   I  am
trembling, and I realize that my body is responding to his  touch
in  a  most shameless way.  I want to beg him to fuck me,  but  I
can't  speak.  Without consciously deciding to do so, I  part  my
legs  and  open myself up to his gaze and his touch.   He  gently
touches  my clit, which causes me to jump, I am so  sensitive  by
now.   Laughing softly, he inserts a finger into me,  asking  "Is
this what you want?"  Again, I nod, clenching my internal muscles
tightly  around  his finger, and rubbing against  his  hand.   He
begins to move his fingers in and out of me rythmically, building
my desire higher and higher, until I am gasping, writhing,  ready
to climax.  Just as I approach climax, he withdraws his hand.   I
whimper  in protest, and grab his hand, trying to place  it  back
within  me.  He just shakes me off and tells me to lie still.   I
have  given my promise that I will be obedient, so I  lie  still,
aching  and  throbbing and wanting to be  satisfied.   I  promise
myself  that at the earliest opportunity, I will satisfy  myself.
Who needs him?

He  must have read my mind, or perhaps he interpreted the  secret
look  which  may have been in my eyes.  He asked if I  wanted  to
climax.   I  nodded,  smiling hopefully.  He told me  that  if  I
really  wanted  to  climax, I would have  to  be  very  obedient.
First,  he  said, I would have to get on my hands and  knees  and
crawl  to  the  center of the room.   Immediately  I  obeyed  his
instruction.   Now, he said, lie on my back with my legs  spread,
which I did.  He told me to start touching myself, beginning with
my breasts, and continuing down to my things and pussy.  I stared
at him, not believing what he was saying.  He wanted me to  touch
myself,  in  front  of him, knowing that  somewhere  a  concealed
camera was recording this.

In  a stern voice, he commanded, "NOW!" and I  shyly,  hesitantly
started  caressing  my breasts, moving my hands  slowly  down  my
ribs, across my stomach, down my thighs, my inner thighs, to that
hidden,  moist  part of me.  As I hesitated,  he  commanded,  "DO
IT!", and I began slow, circular rubbing motions on my clit,  and
ran  my fingertips over those soft, smooth lips.  I began  to  be
very  very turned on, and soon it didn't seem to matter  that  he
was watching me.  I grew more and more heated, closer to  climax,
and he watched me more intently.  Soon, his watching me seemed to
increase  my  excitement, and I felt myself open up to  him  even
more.   I  held  the lips open with one hand,  while  my  fingers
played  over my clit and slid inside myself, pumping in  and  out
with increasing fervor.  Closer and closer I came to climax,  and
he knew it.  Lying there, with my legs open and my back arched, I
played  with myself for his entertainment.  Gasping, I came,  and
after a few minutes, or an eternity, I lay quietly, exhausted and
released in a way I had never known before.
 

CHAPTER IX
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He  came over and knelt on the carpet in front of me, parting  my
legs, and bending over, he began to lick and tongue my  sensitive
clit.    Gently,   he  stimulated  and  thrilled  me   with   his
knowledgeable tongue, rearousing my desire and bringing me  again
to the brink of climax.  With one swift, smooth motion, he lifted
himself onto me, and slid his cock deep inside me, stretching  me
and  filling me up.  Slowly, steadily, he began to slide  in  and
out  of me with that hard, pulsating cock, and my body  began  to
pump in rythm with him.  I wrapped my legs around his waist,  and
using  my hands to cling to his shoulders, I raised my  hips  off
the  floor in order to take every inch of him deep inside me.   I
looked  up, into his amused eyes, as he took my breath away  with
his skilled movements.  Faster and faster we began to move, as he
slid even deeper into me.  We were both sweating and panting,  as
he  increased  the rythm even more.  Suddenly,  he  grew  harder,
bigger  in  me.   With a sudden tensing of his  back  I  felt  an
explosion of hot, fiery liquid fill me.  As he kept pumping away,
I  began to cum.  Crying, my inner barriers totally destroyed,  I
screamed,  "I  love  you" to this stranger  who  was  holding  me
captive.   We  lay there on the floor for a few  moments  longer,
with  him  still inside me, and holding me,  while  my  breathing
calmed  and my body relaxed.  I looked up and whispered into  his
chest, "I love you".  He looked down and sort of smiled.  "You'll
be punished for speaking without permission," he said.   Although
he spoke softly, he had a look on his face that told me he  meant
it.  I shuddered as I wondered what he could have in mind for  my
punishment.
 
After  a  short time, he crawled up and putting his  wet,  sticky
cock  into my mouth, told me to lick it clean.  I don't like  the
taste  or the smell of cum, yet I did as he wished.  I no  longer
feared  that the captivity would last forever - I worried that  I
might  displease  him and he would set me free!   I  had  already
displeased him by speaking without permission.

Standing  up, he bent and helped me to my feet.  Leading me  over
to the cell, he pushed me against it and using handcuffs,  cuffed
my  hands to different bars, stretching me across the  cell.   He
went  to his wall of devices, and took down a sort of whip,  with
several  strands of leather which all braided into a handle.   He
brought  the whip over and gently, softly brushed it  against  my
face,  down  across  my breasts, around on my back,  down  to  my
bottom.  As the whip caressed me gently, he spoke to me,  telling
me  that  since this was my first  disobedience,  the  punishment
would  be  slight.   He told me to close my eyes  and  keep  them
closed  until he gave me permission to open them.  Frightened,  I
did  as he commanded.  I felt him withdraw from me, and  I  stood
there, with my arms extended, shivering from both fear and  cold.

He  told me to open my legs.  He said that no matter what, I  had
to  keep them open, and that if I closed them, I was  immediately
to  resume the position with them open.  I spread my legs  wider,
and felt the tension in my arms increase as they were pulled even
farther because of this shift in my position.  Without warning, I
felt the whip strike my lower back and bottom.  Several distinct,
separate  stings  indicated that many of the strands had  hit  in
different  areas at once.  I squirmed and cried out,  closing  my
legs and pressing against the cold bars of the cell as I tried to
overcome the pain.

His  hand pulling  my head  back  was  accompanied by his  voice,
harshly commanding me to resume my position.  Shuddering, I  once
again stood straight, with  my legs spread.  Another slash of the
whip, this time across my bottom  so that the tips of the strands
wrapped around  my body to  sting my  abdomen.  Again, I  writhed
against the bars and again was commanded to stand up.

Again and again  his whip struck  my body, sometimes  hitting new
flesh, sometimes hitting welts which were already  raising across
my body.  He whipped my upper back, and the strands  wound around
me to my breasts.  He seemed to  favor my inner  thighs and often
aimed it  between my legs.  Even  though I knew pain and felt the
harshness  of the whip, I  sensed that he  was not striking me as
hard as  he  might  have.  I felt  that he  was  not  using  full
strength,  and I was  thankful.  He  measured  out  the  strokes,
sometimes slowly,  with several long minutes between each stroke,
sometimes  two  or three  or more  one  right  after  the  other,
without giving me a chance to catch my breath.

I was  crying,  sobbing, with  pain and  humiliation,  as well as
with the knowlege  that I meant  nothing  to  him.  How  could he
whip me if he loved me as I had thought I  loved him?  And, since
I had told him  that I loved him, and since he had been so gentle
with me didn't that mean he must love me, too?