Kidnapped · Part 1

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Part One

Kathryn spied her quarry sitting on a park bench a quarter of a mile from the mall where I, Amy, his chauffer had dropped him off. He was just like I had described him, even down to what he was wearing in his commoner clothes. He was quite good looking, and she relished the thought of the sex with him that was awaiting her. But she also relished the blow we were going to enjoy against the aristocracy, which he was a part of. We had set him up perfectly. He suspected nothing.

His wife refused to tie him up, gag him and have sex with him, which he would have enjoyed immensely. He told me this one-day, and then

I got this idea. Since he liked it so much, why not put it to use?

I wasn't earning much on my meagre salary as a chauffer. Cliff's wife was loaded. Why not kidnap him under the guise of the fulfilment of his fantasy. I'd been a good friend of Kathryn's, and she fitted the bill of what he wanted precisely. Several inches taller than

Cliff's 5'8" frame, she'd also been a female body builder. She was a perfect match of the Amazon type woman he craved to act out his fantasy.

In our matriarchal, aristocratic society where women were as tall as men, it was not unusual for women to be several inches taller than their male counterparts. I was pretty sure she could overpower him easily by her physical strength alone. But that would not be necessary, since he wanted to be bound and gagged, and thus would willingly allow her to do just that.

It was perfect. He'd been dropped off at the mall under the guise of wanting to do some shopping at a cheaper area of town. I was to pick him up at an appointed time, but he wouldn't be there, having been kidnapped by Kathryn. My alibi was complete, I only had done what

I had been told, and even had dropped him off on the outskirts of the mall, lest either of us be seen. I instructed him to dress in commoner's clothes to prevent drawing attention to himself. The mall also was in another section across town, where aristocrats normally were not found.

Living in the upscale part of the city, he normally didn't go to this area, so he was very unlikely to be recognized.

Pulling to a stop next to the park bench, the rendezvous was complete.

Kathryn leaned over to the passenger side, and rolled down the window.

"Hi, you must be Cliff", she said. When he nodded affirmatively, she invited, "Climb in". Since the back door on the passenger side was unlocked, he opened the door and slid inside.

Once inside, Kathryn leaned forward over the console of the car, letting him have a good view of the cleavage between her full breasts underneath her low-cut blouse. Since she was not wearing a bra, he must have gotten an eyeful. Looking him full in the eye, she stated, "Cliff, I want to make something clear. I don't know you from Adam.

I only note you are wearing commoner's clothes, so I assume you are a commoner.

Amy said this was her day off and she drove you over in her car.

Am I right so far?" He nodded yes. "I only agreed to this since

Amy said you were willing to pay 100 dollars for it. But I'm only going to do it on one condition; that is both of us are to remain totally anonymous. Is that clear?" He didn't answer, gazing straight at her cleavage, no doubt lost in thought of the pleasure awaiting him.

"We're going to remain totally anonymous, is that clear?” she repeated, louder this time. "What?” he said. "Oh, remain anonymous.

Yeah, Yeah, we can remain anonymous", he mumbled.

He was obviously going to be a good sub, doing whatever she asked.

With that, she exited the car and opened the back door and sat next to him. "Turn away from me, Cliff", she ordered. He looked the opposite direction, whereupon she untied the scarf tied in back of her neck. She fastened it over his eyes. "What are you doing", he asked. "Cliff, in order for us to stay truly anonymous, you can't see where I live, right?” "I guess so", he replied. Now blindfolded, she moved him to where he faced forward, and buckled him in tightly with the shoulder strap and lap belt.

The darkly tinted windows in her car would effectively hide his blindfolded head from prying eyes on this bright sunshiny day, and she knew that there would be slim chance of people in the cars ahead of her seeing him in their rear-view mirror, since he'd be hidden behind the high headrests of her car's front seats.

Having blindfolded him and secured him with the seatbelts, she then pulled out a rope, seized his wrists and bound them together in front of him. She used the considerable slack left on the rope to wrap it once around his upper knees, binding his hands to them. They were knotted securely. "That's to make sure you don't peek. Consider it a down payment on what you'll be getting when we reach my place.

Do you mind?" "No, not at all", he replied. She could tell by the bulge that was now appearing under his pants he was already enjoying this. "This guy really is into bondage", she thought. Just for extra measure she gave the bulge in his pants a little squeeze.

He grunted a little pleasure.

When they had pulled back into traffic, he began chattering away about how he had better get his money's worth. How he wanted the mock capture to be realistic. How he wanted to be completely naked when it transpired.

How he wanted to be gagged so he couldn't work it loose for realism's sake.

How he wanted to be bound. How he wanted her to play with her pussy and breasts and then masturbate in front of him. How he then wanted her to take him in her mouth. How she was then to undo his gag and sit on his face, so he could lick her clit. How then he was to be re-gagged in the same fashion and then forced to have intercourse with her. That if he was willing to do business more with her in the future if she delivered.

As he chattered away, he was telling her nothing new. I had already told her how he wanted her to do him. She thought to herself, "Cliff, you're a true aristocrat. Always used to getting your way. Always ordering people around, thinking money is enough to get it". "Don't worry Cliff, I'll deliver. I want your business", was her response.

Reaching her home, Kathryn opened up the door to the garage and drove inside. She opened up the back door of the car and released Cliff from his bonds in the front and also from the seatbelt. She left the blindfold on. "No fair peeking, Cliff. If we're going to be truly anonymous, you only get to see the inside of my bedroom".

"OK", he replied. Pulling him to his feet out the car, she proceeded to lead him into the house and up the stairs, which led to her bedroom.

Once inside, she turned him toward the bed, on which the materials, which would soon render him helpless, lay. She untied his blindfold so he could again see. "I hope you are satisfied", she said. "I am", he replied. "Then prove it. Show me the hundred bucks", she demanded. He reached into his pocket and pulled out five twenties and handed them to me. "That's good", she said, after counting them and laying them down on the dresser. "Take off your shoes and socks", she ordered. While he was complying with that, she stripped off her blouse, revealing her full breasts to his admiring eyes. "You seemed to want to have a good look at these", she said. "Here they are".

She then walked close to him. "You'll probably want to lick and suck them too". He cupped his hand under her breasts and began to do just that. Her hands stole down to his button down shirt and began to slowly unbutton it. When it was unbuttoned fully, she took it off, revealing his hairy chest. He had a generous amount of chest hair, generous, but not excessive. She then pulled him away from her breasts and began to french kiss as him as she held him close.

She felt the bulge in his pants press toward the lower part of her abdomen and begin to rub against it. As they continued French kissing, her hands found their way to his waist, and unbuckled his belt. Once it was free, she proceeded to unhook and unzip his trousers. Since his feet were close together, they then fell lifelessly at his feet.

He stepped out of them, and then, almost contemptuously kicked them aside.

He then stood before her, clad only in his underpants. Already down there while undoing his trousers, her hand stole its way inside his underwear to feel his erection. She felt wetness as the drops of precome had already begun. But not bothering with the head of his penis, she combed her fingers through his pubic hair for a few moments and then reached down lower to his scrotum, and stroked that. I and he had told her that he really liked that. He'd seemed at full erection before that, but now appeared to tighten up even more. His breathing grew deeper and deeper as he savoured the moment of intimacy with Kathryn.

With that, her free hand began to strip off his underpants. She lowered first the right side, then the left, and then the back. Just for extra measure, she squeezed his butt cheeks, both sides. She then pulled the front of his underpants down, up and over his full erection.

Moments later, they had too dropped to the floor and he stood before her completely nude and fully aroused. With that, she said, "It's time, On cue, he turned around and grasped his pubic region in a mock attempt to hide his manhood. Kathryn clamped her hand over his mouth and pushed him roughly face first on the bed. "I'm kidnapping you, Gorgeous.

I'm gonna gag you and tie you up." She then sat down on him, straddling him on the lower part of his back. His hands were pinned underneath him and her legs held his arms at bay at his sides. Seizing the pre-folded rough cloth, she tied it over his mouth, then reinforced the gag with some rope and tied a bandana on top to keep it altogether. She tied everything securely, as he had said. It had to be real, to the point where he couldn't work it loose. He told her he was going to try to in order to test her.

Having effectively gagged him, she grabbed his left wrist and pulled it behind him. Tying a loop around it with one end of a bathrobe belt, she held the slack end and grabbed the other wrist. 30 seconds later, his hands were bound firmly behind his back. She then grasped his ankles and secured them cross-legged with a leather belt, and then turned him over so he faced her to expose his fully erect organ.

Taking another leather belt, she used it to bind his knees together. Then, standing next to the bed, she removed her shoes and began to strip off her pants. His eyes got bigger and bigger. "Mmmphh, mmmphh", he began to cry softly under his gag, though they got louder the more she revealed her feminity

When she was completely nude just like Cliff, she sat down on the opposite foot of the bed and proceeded to fondle her breasts. The nipples grew erect; she'd always been turned on by the sight of bound and gagged people on TV and the movies. Now Cliff's muffled cries and vain struggles against his bonds turned her on as never before. One hand stole its way down to her pussy lips and began to stroke them. Her legs were wide open, and it was a simple thing to move her fingers inside her crack and begin to massage her clit in full view of Cliff. Her stimulation was at a peak now; her pussy juices were really flowing.

It had always been a simple thing for her to masturbate herself to orgasm, and now there was this bound, gagged, completely naked and fully aroused male to further stimulate her by sight. It only took a few minutes of this for her body to spasm as she climaxed for the first time.

When she had relaxed, she moved over to Cliff. "What you want, I deliver", she declared as her tongue first licked off the precome running down his fully erect penis. Then, taking the shaft into her lips, she began to rhythmically move them up and down. Soon she felt hot semen spurt into her mouth as Cliff climaxed. She swallowed every drop of it, fully enjoying the taste of it.

When Cliff's body had relaxed, Kathryn began to move up it. His penis had grown soft, having climaxed already. But she was determined for him to get it up again rapidly. And she was also determined to get as much pleasure out of this experience as possible. Why not?

She was going to get a lot of loot out of this. Might as well get as much of the fringe benefits as possible. Rising up, she pulled the gag off Cliff's mouth. Straddling his mouth between her legs, she lowered her open pussy onto his mouth. "Lick my clit with all your might", was her order.

He complied. Moaning through this, his new gag of sorts, her pussy and clit, he massaged them as vigorously as he could. It felt so good to her, knowing she had dominated this aristocrat. Her pussy juices must have tasted sweet as honey to him, knowing his wife also didn't like oral sex, as I had said. He had honestly told me too much about their intimate conflicts. Soon she writhed over his mouth in her second orgasm.

But she wasn't finished yet. Glancing down at his male organ, she could see it was erect as ever. She therefore sat him up and moved behind him and pulled him close to her. The feel of her bush on his butt cheeks must have been pleasurable to him, as she gagged him just as before. She then rolled over on her back and proceeded to pull his fully erect, bound and gagged body on top of her. She remembered that this was the final act that he wanted in their lovemaking. To have full sexual intercourse with her, to feel his erect cock deep in her vagina while bound and gagged. That's what he wanted. She was going to deliver, as she wanted that pleasure for herself.

She wrapped her legs around him and locked them together above his hips. She reached down and grabbed his butt cheeks, pulling them hard with each forward thrust. He was thrusting just like her, and the head of his penis had found her g-spot. Several minutes later, they again spasmed in mutual orgasm within moments of each other.

What a rude shock he was in for, if he expected to be released after that. Instead two phone calls would be made which he totally did not expect. She lay there, savouring her orgasm, silently looking forward to the moment that would soon come when he would learn he had been kidnapped for real.

Part Two

"Mmmphh, mmmphh", was Cliff's cry from under his gag. Jolted out of savouring of her orgasm, Kathryn looked at the clock. "What's the matter, Gorgeous?” she asked. "Oh, I know what you want. Your rendezvous with Amy is only 45 minutes away. You're right.

We need to get moving."

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