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Taken
by Fergison01 (address withheld)
***
A middle-aged trophy wife is kidnapped and held for
ransom, but when her abductors begin using her for
their own sexual gratification, her frequent
engagements in rape fantasies create an erotic mental
struggle between resistance and letting go. (MMF, FF-
bi, nc, rp, oral, anal, bd)
***
Lisa felt so rejuvenated. After spending all day at
the spa getting the full treatment (hair, manicure,
pedicure, massage, and full body waxing), she arrived
home already picking out what she was going to wear in
her mind. Today was their 20th Anniversary. As she
entered the house, the sweet aroma of fresh roses
filled the room. Her husband had them delivered that
morning, two dozen for every room of the house. She
hadn't even realized their mansion had 28 rooms until
this morning. He was so romantic, she thought as her
mind wondered back on all the wonderful times she and
her husband had had over the years. Sure he had to
work a lot, but being a corporate executive for one of
the largest firms in the US sure had its benefits.
Her husband had told her he had planned an immaculate
evening for the two of them. She could only imagine
what that would be. She was hoping for an evening out
at the opera, or maybe the theater. Would he take her
to the country club for dinner tonight? Maybe he would
rent a stretch limousine? She had always been cradled
in the lap of luxury, but never stopped appreciating
the finer things in life that money can buy, as well
as the ones that it can't.
She laid her sexy black mini dress on the bed and went
to the dresser, picking out matching undergarments and
jewelry to accent her ensemble. She slid a sleek pair
of black hose up her long legs. She slid her husband's
favorite black lace bustier over her head and attached
the hose to the garter straps and then slid her
favorite little black dress or her head. She stood in
front of the mirror, applying her makeup as she
admired herself in the mirror.
For a woman of nearly 40 years, she still had an
amazing body. Sure the personal trainer helped, but
she still had to put in all that time at the gym. She
knew her husband's money could buy him any woman he
desired, and staying in shape was the best way to keep
him from straying. At 5'6" and a mere 102lbs, she had
clearly done her job. Dr. Lincoln had done the rest,
and she owed her perky 34C's to him.
Lisa completed her look with a diamond necklace, 2
carat diamond earrings, and of course, her beloved
wedding ring. She kissed it as she slipped it on her
finger and walked down the stairs, knowing her husband
would soon be home and wanting to greet him at the
door. She again began to wonder what surprises he may
have for her. Maybe he'd fly her to Europe for a week
like he did for their 10th Anniversary. "Where is that
passport?" she thought to herself as she got to the
base of the stairs.
As she turned the corner to enter the kitchen she was
startled by three men, all wearing ski masks. As one
of them held the cold barrel of a gun to her temple,
she knew she was in trouble. The other two bound her
wrists and ankles together with rope, blindfolded her,
and secured a large ball gag in her mouth. Her heart
raced with fear, wondering what these men wanted with
her. "Do as you're told and you'll be back to your
sweet life before you know it," she was told as she
was pushed into a car. "As long as her husband does as
he's told," she heard another one add. "Surely with
all his wealth, he won't mind chalking up a couple of
million for a sexy trophy wife like you."
Lisa knew they had that kind of wealth, but in the
dark recesses of her mind she wondered if she was
worth it. Over the years, she had seen her friends
traded in by their husbands one by one. Her husband
had always remained faithful and devoted to her, but
would he be willing to give up so much for the chance
of keeping her? She knew that even if he paid the
ransom, there was a chance they would kill her anyway.
Still, she had to hold on to the hope that all would
work out well in the end.
As the car sped away, Lisa thought back to a favorite
movie she had watched last week. She began to count
the seconds. She got up to five minutes and eighteen
seconds before she felt the car turn violently to the
right. We must be traveling fast, 60 maybe 70 miles
per hour, she thought. We must be on Highway 71 then.
She continued counting, marking each and every turn.
She heard the loud roar of a plane overhead and
realized she must be near the airport. As the car
continued, she felt it slow and roll over a series of
bumps.
"Ah, a railroad track," she thought to herself, but
then became thoroughly confused as there were no train
tracks anywhere near where she felt she must be. After
over an hour and at least 30 turns, the order of which
Lisa knew she'd never remember, the car came to a
halt. She felt dejected and helpless, having no clue
where she was or if she would ever see her beloved
husband again.
Lisa felt herself being thrown over someone's
shoulders and carried about like a sack of potatoes.
She felt tree branches and leaves slapping at her
skin. The fear of being taken in to the woods and
buried alive overtook her. But then she heard his
boots, yes they must be boots, against the concrete
followed by seven steps. She felt him open a door and
heard his footsteps on the floor, at least comforting
her that she wasn't going to be buried. More stairs.
How many? Did it really matter?
She had no idea where she was, but felt relieved
somewhat when she was laid down on a large bed and
heard his boots exiting the room. The unmistakable
smell of lavender filled the air. She was proud that
she recognized the fragrance, but what good would it
do her? "Yes officer, I was taken to a house with 27
steps that smelled of lavender." They'd be sure to
know exactly where that was.
Lisa was almost asleep when she heard the door open.
Her heart raced in fear as she heard footsteps
approaching the bed, and felt the bed shake as he sat
down beside her. He didn't say anything but she knew
it was a man from his subtle cologne. She could feel
his eyes upon her and wished she could hide herself
from his view, wished she was invisible.
It seemed an eternity before she felt his warm hand
slide up her leg. She felt repulsed, yet paralyzed
with fear. His hand continued up the back of her
thigh, over her sleek mini dress along the gentle
curves of her hips, up her slender arms, her shoulder,
and her sleek neck to her tender cheek.
She felt him lean down, kissing her face, licking it.
Lisa felt sick to her stomach, ready to throw up and
wished the ball gag had been removed, if not so that
she could scream, at least so that she wouldn't have
to swallow or choke on anything that came up. "Your
husband may or may not cough up the money, but either
way, I'm going to enjoy this," she heard him whisper
into her ear. As his hand moved between her legs, Lisa
finally found the strength to resist. She clamped her
thighs together, preventing him from gaining access to
what he desired most.
Despite her resistance, he was not to be denied. He
pulled her legs to the corner of the bed and tied her
left foot to the bedpost. He then unbound her legs and
secured the right foot to the other bedpost. She felt
the cold steel of a knife against her skin as it
forcefully cut through her slinky black mini, and
again through her bustier. Although Lisa gave him
quite a struggle, she eventually found herself on her
stomach, her legs spread wide, wearing only a pair of
hose, and bound in place to be used as he desired.
Once again, she felt his disgusting hands on her
tender flesh, now caressing her inner thighs. Without
her opposition, he felt no need to rush matters,
taking his time enjoying her beautiful body. For once,
Lisa wished she had worn panties as she felt the sides
of his finger touching the tender flesh of her labia.
His touches were so gentle, so tender, that Lisa's
body could not help but betray her. As her pussy
moistened, Lisa cringed. She hated that his gentle
caresses were having such an impact on her, and as her
body took over, she felt her hips slowly bucking
against his fondling fingers.
Her dampening labia and gyrating pelvis did not go
unnoticed. Encouraged, he continued manipulating her,
gradually increasing his speed and force until Lisa
found her pussy quivering, grinding her clitoris
against his hand until an overwhelming orgasm swept
through her. He continued massaging her, riding her
through her orgasm as he positioned his body on top of
her, and slowly eased his cock inside her.
Fear overtook her once again. Never in her 20 years of
marriage had she given herself to another man, yet
here one was violating her. She found herself not only
fighting him, which was pointless given her position,
but fighting her own emotions and urges. On one hand,
he felt so wonderful. He filled her so deliciously and
her body wanted him, needed him. On the other hand,
she shouldn't want it. He was raping her, and that was
wrong, oh so deliciously wrong.
Helpless, Lisa felt her body being ravaged, her
abductor's cock ramming inside of her. He was bigger
than her husband, of that she was sure, and she could
feel him reaching places, even in this position, that
her husband never could. She bucked back against him,
meeting each of his thrust with her own. She knew what
she was doing was wrong, but was beyond the point of
caring.
She despised the ball gag still in her mouth. She
wanted it out so she could tell him to fuck her
harder, to tell him to fill her up with his hot cum.
Lust had overcome her. She found knowing this
nameless, faceless man was fucking her filled her with
a passion, a yearning that she so desperately wanted.
He was no longer raping her; he was fucking her, with
her absolute consent.
Lisa was now one with him. She could feel every inch
of him and knew he was approaching orgasm. Her senses
were so heightened she could even feel his testicles
rising up against the skin on her ass, even at the
pace at which he was hammering away inside her. She
moaned through the ball gag as she felt his final
thrust, pushing his cock as deep inside her as he
could, her ass pushing back to make sure it did.
As he pulsated inside her, she could feel his hot cum
coating her walls, which gave her all the permission
she needed to allow her own orgasm to sweep through
her. She felt the electrical tingles course through
her, through her nipples, her clitoris, even her hair.
She felt so full... until he pulled out, leaving her
alone once again on the bed.
Lisa wept. She was unsure why she was crying, but she
couldn't stop. Part of her didn't want him to go,
wanted him to stay there, to hold her, caress her, and
cuddle her. Still, with her lust now satiated, at
least partly, the guilt returned. She was ashamed that
she was unable to control her lust, that she not only
let another man have her, but gave herself willingly
to him.
It wasn't something she didn't already know about
herself. For years, Lisa had fantasized about being
raped. When she found herself alone at night, she
frequently read erotic stories, particularly enjoying
ones on home invasions and kidnapping. She also
enjoyed fantasies involving strangers and often
imagined strangers taking her from behind when she
masturbated.
She had even involved her husband, who so generously
indulged her fantasies, roleplaying with her as an
abductor or a stranger. And while she enjoyed when her
husband tenderly made love to her, her biggest orgasms
always came when he was fucking her as hard and as
fast as he could. She knew her body had only reacted
as it had to her fantasies, but they were just
fantasies, weren't they?
Lisa was still crying, feeling so confused when she
heard footsteps approaching her again. Her body tensed
and she kicked and bucked as much as she could, even
if part of her wanted her anonymous lover to return.
Or was it rapist. She was so confused. He had raped
her. If he didn't touch her without her consent, she
never would have let him. But then she did want it.
But did she still?
Lisa felt the bed move again, but knew it wasn't him
right away. The mattress didn't shift enough for it to
be him, and the smell of his cologne was replaced by
the sweet smell of Passion. She knew the scent well;
it was one of her husband's favorites even if it was a
rather cheap perfume. Then she felt the gentle touch
on her back, confirming what she already knew. Her new
visitor was a woman. And something else was different.
The caresses on her back were not sexual. They were
comforting. They were compassionate.
"It's okay, let it out," she heard in a soft,
sympathetic tone.
Lisa's vigorous sobs quickly subsided into broken
whimpers. The woman leaned down beside her and
whispered softly into Lisa's ear. "It's okay to enjoy
it. It doesn't make you bad, just a highly sensual
woman." Lisa let the words sink in. Someone else knew
how she felt, what she was debating in her mind. How
could she know? Oh, yes! Because she's a woman. "It
felt wonderful, didn't it?" Lisa didn't respond
initially, but after a few seconds, she felt herself
nodding. "He is a magnificent lover. I should know.
He's my husband."
Those words reignited the passion that had been
reduced to mere ashes. "Her husband!" Lisa thought to
herself. Not only had she just given herself to a
stranger, to a man that had been raping her, but her
eagerness had been witnessed, not by just anyone, but
by her rapist's own wife. Furthermore, she had just
admitted to her how wonderful it felt—he felt, her
husband felt. As her lust returned, so did her
heightened senses. Lisa became keenly aware that the
woman whispering in here ear was also naked, her
hardened nipples pressing into her back.
Lisa felt the strap of the ball gag being removed.
"That's better," she heard the woman say as if talking
to herself. Relieved, Lisa wiped her face across the
bed sheets, both to wipe away all the excess drool and
to restore the sensation she had lost to her lips and
cheeks. "Thank you," she muttered.
"No. Thank you," she heard in response. "That was very
erotic watching you." Her voice sounded so young, so
sensual. Lisa felt the woman's hand slide across her
ass and between her legs, playing in the semen that
seemed to be pouring out of her. She heard the woman's
breaths deepen, and felt her nipples pressing harder
into her back with each breath. Lisa felt the woman's
long hair cascading on her shoulder as she leaned in,
licking Lisa's ear, sucking it, and nibbling it. And
as the woman's tongue trailed down the small of Lisa's
back, Lisa felt herself overwhelmed by passion and
lust in anticipation.
It seemed an eternity before she felt the cheeks of
her ass being spread and the rough texture of a tongue
licking up her slit. "Oh fuck! Oh, God yes!" Lisa
heard in a long guttural moan before realizing that
those words were emanating from her own lips, the ball
gag now removed.
Lisa had never been with a woman, not that she had
never fantasized about it, but she wanted nothing more
than to feel this woman tasting her, devouring the
evidence her husband had left in her. It wasn't that
she wanted to sanitize the crime scene. On the
contrary, it was just the pure animalistic feeling of
having this woman eating her husband's cum out of her.
Every ounce of resistance had evaporated. Lisa knew
she shouldn't feel this way. She knew any normal
person would be mortified by the situation. Now she
accepted it, even embraced it. She welcomed that she
wasn't normal. And she realized that all those
inhibitions she felt before were merely keeping her
from enjoying the pleasures she so desperately
desired. Yes, every ounce of resistance was gone. Lisa
didn't want to fight anymore. She didn't want to fight
her abductors, and she didn't want to fight her own
emotions and desires. She knew that, and so did the
woman who was so graciously exploring her body.
The woman smiled down at Lisa. "Do you want me to
untie you?" she asked. Lisa nodded. "Why?" the woman
inquired. "Because I want to make love to you. I want
to touch you, caress you, feel your body against
mine," Lisa responded.
"Promise you won't try to remove your blindfold? We
can never take the risk of being identified. Two
million dollars won't do us any good in prison."
"I don't want to see your faces." Lisa replied,
knowing that her lovers' anonymity was a huge thrill.
If she survived this, she knew she could be standing
beside her abductors, her lovers, at any time, in the
mall, at the bank, even invite them into her home, and
never know.
A flood of emotions came over her as Lisa felt her
restraints being removed. As the woman pulled Lisa's
shoulder to roll her over, Lisa attacked. She pulled
the woman down on top of her, feeling her thighs wrap
around the woman's leg. Lisa bit down on the woman's
shoulder, just hard enough to leave impressions. As
she licked her way up her neck, Lisa ground her pussy
against the woman's thigh. She could still smell the
hint of Passion on her neck, but it paled in
comparison to the overpowering musk of her own passion
that permeated the room.
As their lips met, Lisa rolled on top of her lover,
still grinding against her, their tongues intertwined
in a passionate embrace. Lisa was now taking control
of her captor. With tiny kisses, she slithered down
her body, exploring blindly as she advanced. Her
nipples--so hard, like pencil erasers, surrounded by
little bumps on her areola. Her breasts--so full and
perky.
Even as she lay on her back they stood upright, and
Lisa was sure from the texture they were natural. "C-
cup", Lisa thought, "just like mine." Her stomach was
so tight that Lisa could feel her rippling muscles
even with her tender kisses. Her navel, an innie. Lisa
had never given a woman's belly button much
consideration, but as she darted her tongue inside it,
exploring it and picturing it in her mind, Lisa found
it very erotic.
Lisa found herself once again torn. On one hand, she
loved taking her time, teasing her new lover, teasing
herself. She wanted to take her time exploring every
inch of her body, experiencing the different textures,
smells, and even flavors her body had to offer. On the
other were a heat and an aroma that lured her like a
cookie jar entices a child, hastening her descent to
her ultimate prize.
She felt the smooth, rubbery texture of her labia
against her tongue. There was not a single pubic hair,
not even a hint of stubble. "Freshly waxed," Lisa
thought to herself, "she could have been sitting next
to me in the spa today and I wouldn't have even
noticed." That thought sent an amorous chill down her
spine, as Lisa searched through the folds for her
button. Finding it, she circled it with her tongue,
gently and slowly, occasionally flicking her tongue
across it.
Lisa's efforts were rewarded by a steady stream of
juices flowing from her lover, saturating the sheets
under her. She wrapped her lips around it, sucking her
clit between them, as she felt her lover bucking
against her and heard her unmistakable cries of
pleasure.
Lisa knew she was close to cumming and she wanted it.
She wanted to feel her body shaking because of her
manipulations, to smell her sex, to taste it. She
wanted to feel her sticky juices all over her face.
When she bit down gently, using her lips as a buffer,
Lisa felt her lover's hands in her hair, pulling her
face into her, her fingers gripping and pulling her
hairs that seemed liked puppet strings all tied to
Lisa's clitoris.
As the woman came in Lisa's mouth, so too did Lisa,
her pussy not even touched, pouring juices down her
thighs. Even as their orgasms subsided, Lisa could not
stop. She continued to sample the succulent nectar
pouring from her lover. She kissed her way back up her
lover's body, kissing her deeply.
She was so engrossed with her lover that Lisa didn't
even notice that they had company until she felt the
bed move and warm kisses between her shoulder blades.
She felt her lover shimmy from under her and roll out
of the bed and felt reluctant to let her go. As she
felt the bed move again, Lisa thought she had returned
until she felt the familiar sensations of a hard cock
pressing against her lips.
Lisa had never felt so wild and uninhibited. Her mouth
opened without even a though as she took him into her
mouth. "Oh, such a beautiful cock," Lisa thought. It
didn't matter that she couldn't see it, she could feel
it. Without her vision, her tongue and lips became her
eyes, sensing every detail. She could feel every
ridge, every vein. And she made sure she felt every
single one, taking him fully into her mouth until her
lips touched his balls. She could smell his sweet musk
that radiated from them. And as she withdrew, she
marveled and the delightful taste and texture his
precum produced.
She had nearly forgotten about the man behind her
until he gripped her hips and rammed his cock inside
her. It was such a wonderful pleasure being filled in
both ends. She felt his strong hands and fingernails
dig into her deliciously as he pulled her to and fro
to meet each of his powerful thrusts. With each one,
Lisa's mouth was propelled forward onto her other
lover's magnificent cock which she eagerly and
greedily accepted. She welcomed the hands in her hair,
pulling her body as if in glorious tug of war between
her lovers.
Lisa almost begged when they stopped, almost pulling
away from her simultaneously. "They haven't cum, why
did the stop?" Lisa wondered. She was relieved by one
of her lovers sliding under her as she straddled his
hips and lowered herself onto his cock. She purred as
she felt the other kneeling behind her and position
the head of his cock against her asshole. She felt
herself open as he pushed into her. As both men began
pistoning away inside of her, she leaned forward,
kissing her lover passionately. She wanted him, wanted
them both, and she wanted them to know it. She wanted
them to know just how much she loved the passion they
were awakening inside her.
"Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fill me with your hot cum,
both of you. Fuck me and fuck me again." She heard
herself screaming, the words meant not only to
stimulate her lovers, but to intensify her own lust,
both by saying them and by hearing herself say them.
They definitely produced their desired effect. She
felt both men push deep inside her, pulsating, filling
her completely. As Lisa's pussy spasmed, gripping her
lovers' cocks, she let out a guttural cry signaling
her own impending orgasm.
Lisa didn't know how long she slept, all she knew was
she was finally satiated. She lay on the bed
exhausted, still untied, wearing only a blindfold.
When she felt another hand on her back, she groaned.
"Please, no more. Not right now. I'm so tired. Just
let me rest a couple of hours, and I will do anything
you want." Just getting those words out seemed to tap
Lisa of all her remaining strength. Still, his
caresses didn't stop. He continued to rub her back,
but Lisa didn't mind. It was comforting.
"Sleep all you want, my love." Suddenly Lisa's body
was rejuvenated. She bolted upright, removing the
blindfold. "You son of a bitch," she smiled and then
kissed him. "How in the hell?" Lisa asked completely
puzzled. After her eyes had adjusted to the light, she
realized she was in her own bedroom staring at her
wonderful husband.
"It wasn't easy," he responded. "I've been planning it
for over a year now. The hardest part was finding
people to help me that I could trust. Well that, and
keeping you from realizing it was me."
"I thought I was 100 miles from here. There aren't any
railroad tracks around here. And all the trees, we
don't have any forests around our house."
"I had them take you out near the airport and drive
around the parking lots for an hour. You're such an
intelligent woman; I knew if they drove around the
block a couple of times, you'd figure it out for sure.
I even had a fake railroad crossing made with a few
2x4's to throw you off. We parked down the street and
used a few tree clipping to give the impression you
were in the woods.
"I even had all the roses delivered to make the house
smell like a rose garden before, then while you were
out driving around, I had them all removed and put
lavender oil down to throw you off. I just know how
much the abduction fantasies turn you on, and I wanted
it to be as real for you as I could. I hope it wasn't
too real."
"It was wonderful. But I do need something to eat.
You've given me such a wonderful anniversary present,
and I'm going to need my strength to give you yours,"
Lisa smiled.
As they walked down the stairs, Lisa counted. "Yep,
twenty-seven," Lisa smiled to herself. "It's amazing
all the little things you don't even notice until your
eyes are closed."
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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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