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Amy's Abduction
by Ufpe (ufpe@inorbit.com)
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Amy is kidnapped from the mental institute. (MF, 1st)
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Andy looked depressed when I picked him up on the way to
work. Normally he was an outgoing person, but today he
was quiet and moody making the short drive a very long
one. It wasn't until lunch time that I was able to coax
him from his shell to learn his beloved twin sister had
been committed to the mental hospital outside of town.
I had met Amy at several family functions over the past
several years and she, unlike her brother Andy, was shy
and reserved. Unremarkable in appearance, Amy hid behind
large framed glasses and conservative attire far more
suited to a spinster librarian than the legal secretary
position she filled at the county courthouse. The
medical report claimed that she was found by two
coworkers, sitting in front of her fried computer
staring at an empty monitor.
Andy had always confided in me since the day we met when
we were both hired on the same as system analysts. Since
I was the only single guy remaining in the office, Andy
invited me to many of his family functions where we grew
to be best friends although his wife never really hit it
off very well with me. She was always kind of aloof
anyways, and I learned that she was not only self-
centered but below zero frigid also, a combination that
lacked any personal appeal from myself, and provoked
grudging tolerance from most of the other folks in the
family.
Andy persevered, hoping she would gradually change, but
would always confide in Amy or myself when his
commitment began to wane. Now, with Amy in the hospital,
Andy became more and more despondent with each passing
day despite my best reinforcing efforts. So a week
later, when I dropped Andy off at the hospital, I parked
the car and escorted him in a gesture of solidarity.
I really wasn't prepared for the bevy of "loonies" we
encountered on the way to Amy's room on the third floor
although I suspect that if I was forced to stay for any
length of time, I'd be crazy too. The walls were all
unnaturally white and undecorated, with the overpowering
scent of bleach permeating the aging structure.
It was difficult to determine the difference between
staff and victims outside of the staff's unimaginative
uniforms. The residents displayed behavior I've only
ever seen in "B" movies and beyond, making me wonder if
it would have been better to remain in the car. As a
side note, who in the hell names a mental hospital
"Whispering Meadows?"
After dodging an army of "Twilight Zone" wannabes, an
orderly resembling "Lurch" from the Adams Family let us
in to Amy's room. She was laying on a gurney; face up
staring at the ceiling without blinking. Covered with a
thin white cotton sheet, she could have easily passed
for a fresh corpse in a morgue. Andy broke down
immediately upon seeing her and I surveyed the austere
room with nothing but a small window and a single
plastic chair strategically placed by Amy's side.
Listening to Andy's sobs as I reached over to put my
hand on his shoulder was heart rendering.
I could only imagine what had passed between them
through the years, and felt helpless. The door opened
and a pudgy nurse with a well practiced smile advised
Andy the Doctor wanted to speak with him about his
Sister. With a slow nod Andy regained his composure
somewhat and shuffled from the room with the nurse. The
door closed with a definitive "click" that filled the
tiny chamber leaving me alone with someone (or
something) I regrettably had never taken the opportunity
to really know.
My mind was still awash with all the sensory inputs I'd
just encountered. I looked down at the almost lifeless
form of Amy. She really was attractive without her
glasses with her dark doe eyes offset by creamy
alabaster skin. Not fat, she was well structured with
firm little breasts that made well defined cones in the
sheet covering her motionless body. Here was a young and
vibrant creature that was probably writing something
secretive to a friend on Facebook one moment, then
turned into a mindless vegetable in the next.
What could have traumatized a person so severely on a
computer monitor? I had studied a little entry level
psychology in college to fulfill my humanities
requirements, but didn't wander too deep into the
science as some of the negative behaviors hit pretty
close to home. But this behavior was off the charts for
me and I just sat in stunned silence waiting for Andy to
return.
Her incessant stare became unnerving, and before long I
was staring at the same spot on the ceiling. It was a
quarter sized yellow discoloration that was barely
detectable in the otherwise unremarkable sea of off
white. Feeling my neck strain, I swung the chair around
and lay my head adjacent to hers for more careful study.
"I remember doing this as a kid," I remarked aloud, "You
can see anything you want - I see Aunt Mabel's naval!"
From the corner of my eye, I saw her blink.
Just then, a nurse straight out of the horror movies
came in with a tray with a small translucent cup filled
with pills, water and a bowl of gruel. Maybe gruel isn't
a very good description; it looked more like a bowl of
recycled green pea spew from the Exorcist. Without a
whisper of greeting, she cranked the bed so Amy was in a
sitting position to feed her the pills and force some
water down her throat. Her administration was way to
clinical and made me cringe as Andy slowly wandered in
with an ashen face.
"Amy's not responding to therapy," Andy muttered on the
verge of an apparent crying jag.
"You wanna feed her?" The wicked nurse of the north
queried unceremoniously.
"Sure," Andy volunteered as he sank heavily into the
chair I had hurriedly vacated when the nurse arrived. I
excused myself as the fight or flight response kicked
in. For one thing, I couldn't watch Andy force feed his
beloved Sister with that stomach churning slop. For
another, Andy's depression was similar to my own, and I
needed some fresh perspective.
Weaving my way through the captive loonies, I darted
through the side door and into the fresh air of freedom.
Alarm horns that I had apparently set off with my fire
escape exit were blaring amid muffled exclamations from
within the brick fortress.
A short distance from the institute was a burger joint
that tempted my patronage when we arrived earlier, and I
beat feet to its welcoming smells and offerings. I
ordered some burgers and fries to go and paced nervously
as the employees scurried around behind the griddles.
With my heartfelt thanks, I stuffed the gut bombs in my
shirt and ran back into the institute brushing aside the
flustered security goon who was still trying to calm
several of the victims.
Darting up the stairs in a seldom seen display of my
athleticism, I raced into Amy's dungeon. Apparently
stunned, Andy was still sitting next to Amy with a spoon
held close to her tightly sealed lips. Quickly closing
the door, I spilled the burgers onto Amy's tray grabbing
one for myself.
Andy gasped and I froze as Amy slowly reached for a
burger and gingerly unwrapped it. As she took her first
bite, she smiled. Andy started to cry as Amy and I
finished our burgers.
Let's get her out of here," I stated emphatically.
"Amen," breathed Andy with obvious relief. He quickly
scooped her from the bed as I stuffed the remaining
burgers into my shirt and opened the door. We darted
into the hall and out the same exit I had used earlier
as Amy slipped from her Brothers grasp and dashed
barefoot down the stairs taking the lead. Horns were
blaring, and people were yelling as we crammed ourselves
into the car and made a squealing tire, made for the
movies getaway.
We headed back towards town, taking the side streets to
minimize detection while we caught our breaths.
"Let's do that again," exclaimed Amy and we all broke
into laughter. Through the rear view I saw her peel off
her flimsy gown and unfasten her bra releasing a deluge
of partially digested pills onto the floor and giving me
my first glorious view of her perfectly formed tits.
Barely handfuls with delightfully tiny nipples that
begged to be nibbled, they stood out firm and proud. Her
eyes caught mine in the mirror and she dropped her arms
so I could focus on their natural beauty. Damn near
drove off the road until Andy hurriedly reached over and
straightened the wheel.
"What are we going to do with her," Andy queered as Amy
quickly donned her unflattering gown and I rapidly
returned to reality.
"Ask her," I retorted.
"I want to go home," Amy offered meekly. "Mom and Dad
will take me back and anyone else will have to prove
their innocence to kidnapping charges."
"You shouldn't be alone for awhile, Amy," I offered.
"Why don't you and Andy take turns staying with me," she
replied. "That would work," I replied as Andy agreed
with nod of his head.
"What happened, Amy?" The question escaped despite my
resolve to wait until she felt like talking about the
incident.
Amy stared silently out the window for a few moments
while Andy and I held our breath collectively in
anticipation. A faint thin blush travelled up her neck
to cover her face as the silence became almost
unbearable. "My friend Sherri sent a picture in my e-
mail of a man's 'thingy' that was as big as my arm. As I
looked at it the computer made a strange sound and I
don't remember anything after that until I saw you
staring at the ceiling next to me. Who is Aunt Mabel?"
I hesitated for a few minutes, trying to visualize King
Dong terrorizing innocent unsuspecting victims on the
net before I responded. "She lives in Kansas and is fat
enough to squash people merely by sitting on them! She
always wears these bikini tops and shorts during the
summer exposing a stretch marked cavern where her bully
button is hidden. She stepped on my foot once and it
looked like Daffy Ducks paw for several weeks."
"Graphic," Amy muttered between giggles. "She should
work for the highway department as a steam roller!"
"Always thought she could be a can crusher at the local
recycle center; you know, just roll around with a
cupcake in her hand," I countered.
"Or maybe even..." she was cut off by Andy.
"Come on guys, surely she has some redeeming qualities."
"She's a great cook if you get to the cookies before she
eats them all," I offered as Amy and I broke into
another round of laughter.
"Good thing were home," Andy stated as we drove into the
parking lot of Amy's apartment; "I'd have to turn you in
to the SPCA!"
Amy dug around in the loose dirt under her bathroom
window until she found a little canister with a spare
key in it. We all entered the apartment and Amy threw
open the windows as I collected the petrified garbage
and Andy cleaned out the moldy items in the
refrigerator. Amy broke out a bottle of red wine, and we
sat around making plans for the future. As it started to
get dark, Andy headed out to get some groceries, and I
fiddled with the TV, finally settling on reruns of the
"Golden Girls." Amy snuggled next to me, finding
solstice under my arm.
After a long silence Amy turned to me inquisitively. "I
want to see you're thingy," she murmured trembling
slightly.
I choked on the sip of wine I had just taken. "Amy, you
know what happened last time you gazed upon a man's
reproductive apparatus. Granted it was probably a
grafted elephant trunk, but nonetheless. . ."
"Please, I need to see a normal man."
"Surely you've seen. . ." Her hand was on my fly and
'no' was apparently an unacceptable response. Fumbling
with the zipper unsuccessfully, I finally eased her hand
back to her lap and released my trousers, pushing them
down over my knees. She gasped, and took my thickening
organ in her hand, studying it intently. Her fingers
probed the glans and shaft, tracing the veins and
squeezing the girth tentatively, even probing the pee
slit with her tiny forefinger until I shifted away from
her with discomfort. Her gentle explorations brought me
to throbbing fullness as my gonads crept tightly towards
my groin.
"Is that as big as it gets," she queried breathlessly.
"Pretty much," I replied, awash in her gentle
stimulation.
"That's manageable," she replied stroking the shaft in
apparent fascination of the way the head moved back and
forth. "I think it would feel wonderful in me."
"I'm sure it would!" I said and smiled as her gaze met
mine. "Everything OK?"
"Could be better," she quipped, still stroking the
exposed flesh with gentle up and down motions. "When
will Andy return?"
I suddenly chilled and quickly pulled my pants up over
my rapidly wilting meat. Somehow, I wasn't ready to have
my best friend walk in on his twin Sister doing the
tango on his best friend. Almost on queue, Andy strolled
in the door with his hands full of grocery bags and a
stick of licorice hanging out of his mouth (he loved
black licorice twists). I scrambled to help with the
remainder of the groceries still in the car while Amy
sat glumly on the couch and focused on the unfolding TV
drama. We talked a bit about the weekend and Andy
thought it would be best to get home before his old lady
threw a fit. He promised to return alone in the morning.
With a gentle peck on Amy's cheek, he was out the door
and headed home. Amy and I were alone.
"I've never been with a man before," she stammered as a
delicate blush crept into her face. "I've slept with a
few girls but never with a man."
I was at a loss for words and at times that's a good
thing. I plopped down on the couch next to her and
framed her face with my hands before planting a soul
full kiss on those beautiful lips. She melted like a
chocolate bar in the Sahara and pulled me in for another
lip lock. It was quite easy to slide the gown off her
shoulders but a bit more of a challenge to pull down the
moistened panties. Her pussy was beautiful and obviously
tight.
As my hand spread her moistened labia partially obscured
by a thick crown of hair, she sighed and closed her
eyes, spreading her thighs with anticipation. I quickly
removed my threads and dove onto the two breasts that
had plagued my active thoughts from the moment I first
gazed upon them in the back seat of the car. They tasted
better than I could ever have imagined. Her throaty
moans attested to their sensitivity and years of
improper attention.
Impulsively, she grabbed my head and damned near pulled
me into her chest cavity as her pussy rubbed frantically
against my thigh. Two ear shattering orgasms later, she
finally released her grip on my head and her body
collapsed in exhaustion. I finally was able to take a
deep breath of air. Never could figure out those guys
who got off by strangulation much less women who got off
simply by having their jugs sucked on!
Expectations would get thrown into the recycle bin that
night as she rolled me on to the floor, and positioned
herself over my torso in the throes of unbridled lust.
Guiding my cock into the fur covered folds, she slowly
lowered herself on to my defenseless organ with her head
thrown back and her eyes tightly shut.
It is hard to describe the sensations a virgin pussy can
bring to the sensitive glans of a passion driven penis.
Smooth, silky, warm, delicious, tight are just a few of
the sensations that swept through my groin as Amy slid
slowly down my organ.
Although it was the first intrusion into her femininity,
she handled the invasion stoically; trembling only
slightly as my hypersensitive organ slowly tore through
her hymen and into the previously unexplored depths of
her womanhood. Fighting every muscle in my body, I lay
still as the overwhelming stimulation triggered an
extremely powerful cum shot into her throbbing womb.
Damn it felt good.
It felt even better as my essence filled her virginal
void and she shrieked and her vaginal walls contracted
unmercifully signaling another orgasm. A thin stream of
her essence squirted from somewhere deep within her
folds and bathed my torso. Neither of us moved. The
pain/pleasure was way too intense and lasted way beyond
the final orgasmic twitches our bodies released.
So intense was the stimulation that I remained hard even
as she began to move slowly on my torso several minutes
later. With just a few brief strokes, she went over the
top again and again until her delicious body collapsed
on top of me, knocking all the air out of my lungs.
Exhaustion set in.
Sometime later, as I held her trembling body close to me
she whispered "Is this your idea of therapy," in my ear.
"With a few modifications, it is," I murmured, as my
penis slipped from the heavenly orifice with a gush of
blood, cum, and her fragrant female essence. She moaned
longingly and slowly rose to her knees, her hand
cradling the sticky stump that had so recently filled
and fulfilled her orgasmic longings. I rose with her and
we showered together before climbing into the warmth of
her flannel sheets to make them sticky.
Morning arrived too soon with Amy snuggled in my arms
and my cock safely nestled in the new found sheath it
now considered home.
"I could get used to this," Amy murmured as she nibbled
my ear.
I caressed her smooth shoulders and silky hair.
Even though lost in lover's bliss, I jumped when Andy
came through the door and discovered us wrapped up
together. He smiled and took off his shoes before
climbing onto the bed next to Amy.
"The Family wants to see you as soon as you feel up to
it," he offered quietly.
"I don't have to go back to the institute?"
"No, I explained what happened and they seem completely
sympathetic. Dad says he'll get it straightened out with
the authorities. So Amy, what do you wanna do?"
"I want to live with your friend and make babies," she
replied meekly.
Andy turned to me and smiled. "Ball's in your court,
stud."
I winked at him and said; "Babies aren't all that bad if
they like hamburgers.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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