Kidnapped

Sandy coughed and jerked upright. Her eyes opened wide with terror but she could see nothing. Everything around her was completely black. The air was cold and damp, but that wasn't why she was shivering. 1

'Where am I?' she thought to herself. 'How the hell did I get here?' 2

The last thing the young woman could remember was coming out of the Pick And Pay with her shopping bags and walking to her car. She had a vague recollection of a shadowy figure approaching her as she placed her groceries in the car ; he had been raising a hand but then … nothing. 3

Sandy carefully stood up on legs that were like rubber; she blindly reached out in front of her and her fingers scrapped against a rough cold wall. She guessed that she was in a cellar somewhere. Carefully Sandy felt her way around the walls; her trembling fingers ran over a series of metal pipes, around a wooden door frame. Finally she judged that she was back where she had started, with little more than a confirmation that she was indeed in a cellar. Sandy's heart was pounding; she didn't know what was in store for her but knew it could not be good. She sat down, back against the wall, and began to cry softly to herself. 4

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Stalker sat at his desk watching the video footage of Sandy on his PC. The image was a washed out grey-green, but it was enough for him to see the quiet desperation on the young woman's face. Enough for him to become hard at the thought of what was to come … 6

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To Sandy it seemed like hours since she had regained consciousness but she wasn't sure as the total darkness had completely disoriented her. For a long time she had been trying to ignore the pressure on her bladder, but she knew she couldn't last any longer. Getting up she edged along the wall until she reached a corner. Sobbing, she fumbled her tights and panties down around her ankles and crouched. She relaxed and let a fast jet of piss splash onto the floor. At that moment the lights came on and the door opened. Blinded by the light Sandy screwed her eyes tightly shut; she tried to simultaneously stop pissing and pull up her panties but just managed to fall to the floor in the acrid wetness. 8

"Don't move slut!" ordered a gruff voice and Sandy froze. 9

Slowly opening her tear-filled eyes, Sandy squinted at the figure looming over her. He was a big man, tall and muscular; completely dressed in black, black leather trousers, black shirt and a black bandana mask that came down to his nose. He looked like Zorro, but Sandy was sure that he must be pure evil ... 10

Stalker looked down at the helpless woman sprawled in the piss on the floor and sneered, this was just what a posh woman like that deserved. 11

"Stand up slut." 12

Sandy didn't move and so Stalker leaned over and roughly grabbed her long auburn hair. 13

"When I give an order you do it, okay? No questions, no arguments, just do it! Is that clear?" 14

Sandy nodded her head. 15

"Answer me slut." 16

"It ... it's clear ... Sir.” 17

Stalker nodded and let go of Sandy's hair. 18

"Stand up." 19

Sandy, trembling, got to her feet. She stood with her gaze held down. 20

"That dress is dirty, take it off." 21

Sandy stiffened, she knew that something like this was coming but still she hesitated. 22

"I said OFF!" roared the man as he slapped her hard across the cheek. 23

Sandy staggered and raised both hands to her face. 24

"NOW!" 25

Sandy yelped in fear and, bending over, she grabbed the hem of her white summer dress. Standing, she drew it up over her slender body and off over her head. Sandy hurriedly dropped the dress and crossed her arms over her naked breasts. 26

"Hands by your side." 27

Moaning in humiliation Sandy dropped her arms. 28

"Huh ... hardly worth it. You were at the back of the class when the tits were handed out weren't you?" 29

Sandy whimpered, her tears running down to drip onto the floor. 30

"I said WEREN'T YOU?" 31

Sandy sniffed "I ... was ... at the back of the class ... when the ... when the tits were handed out." 32

Stalker smirked and chuckled at the woman's humiliation. 33

"God you're a dirty slut; even your knickers are soaked in piss. Take them off." 34

Sandy hesitated once more but saw the burly man raising his hand again and quickly skinned down her panties and kicked them to one side. 35

"Stand with your arms down. And don't move" growled Stalker. 36

He moved closer and roughly grabbed the young woman’s chin so that she had to look into her captors eyes. 37

"Not a word, okay? And in future any hesitation will be punished." 38

Stalker pressed down on Sandy's head and she knelt on the cold hard floor in front of her tormentor. 39

"Don't move." 40

Sandy remained on her knees with her head bowed and heard the man leave the cellar. Still she did not move, the trick of walking in on her just as she was taking a pee had proved that she was being watched. She knelt, waiting, for at least 15 minutes; her knees were beginning to get a little sore when she heard the door opening behind her. 41

"Good girl, you're learning. Hands behind you back." 42

Sandy did as she was told and felt a pair of leather restraints being attached to her wrists. The grip of the leather was tight and firm but allowed some movement of her arms. The man moved in front of her and slowly drew down the zip of his leather trousers. Not wanting to look but held like a rabbit in a cars headlights, Sandy watched as her captor pulled out his cock. It was already semi-hard and bobbing slightly in time with his heartbeat. 43

"Suck it." 44

Knowing that she was powerless to resist, Sandy leaned forward. She opened her lips wide and engulfed the head with her mouth. 45

Stalker looked down and the sight of his captive following his orders without resisting excited him almost as much as the warmth of her mouth on his burgeoning prick. He moved back and forth slightly, slowly fucking Sandy's mouth as he pumped up to full hardness. 46

Stalker took a handful of Sandy's long hair and pulled her head closer, his prick forcing its way into her throat. She gagged and struggled but he held her head tightly and roughly fucked her throat. The young woman was choking but powerless to resist as her captor brutally raped her. His movements became faster and he grunted as he shot a jet of thick sperm down Sandy’s throat. Again and again his hot sperm shot down her ravaged throat. 47

Stalker pushed his victim away and she fell to the floor choking and gasping for breath. He looked down at her and sneered. 48

“That’s enough for now. You can rest until I’m ready for more.” 49

Stalker turned and left, leaving Sandy lying on the floor, her hands still uncomfortably shackled behind her back. She lay, shivering, on the cold floor, a thin trickle of semen running from the corner of her mouth. 50

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Again Sandy did not know how long she had lain in the cold dark cellar. Her arms were numb and her side cold from the cement floor. She struggled to her knees and then slumped against the wall. There was some slight illumination coming under the door, hardly more than a grey slit in the blackness, but, with her eyes now adjusted to the stygian gloom, it was enough to make out the whole of the cellar. By the door were placed two large stainless steel dog bowls. Sobbing, the young woman crawled over to them. In one was a liquid, probably water; while in the other were piled some dark lumps. She knelt over, her arms straining behind her, and took a sip of the water. It was cool and fresh, just what she needed. Sandy lapped up the water, drinking it fast, she coughed and forced herself to slow down, her breath coming in gasps. Once her thirst was dealt with Sandy steeled herself and turned to the other bowl. Shuddering she reached out for a dark lump and was instantly surprised! It wasn’t dog food but chocolate! She chewed gratefully on the square of oily sweetness and then took another, then another … 52

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Sandy was sitting with her back against the wall when the lights flashed into brilliance once more. Through screwed up eyes she saw the figure of Stalker standing in the doorway. 54

"Stand up." 55

Silently Sandy did as she was told. Her whole body was aching, but her arms were in agony. 56

"Turn around." 57

Sandy turned to face away from her captor, trembling, not knowing what was to come. Stalker came up behind her and removed the padlock that was joining the two restraints. Sandy's arms dropped to her sides and she gasped at the sharp pain, she tried in vain to ease the pain by lifting her arms but she was too weak. 58

Stalker moved his plaything to the wall so that she was facing it, her nose pressed to the cold cement. 59

"Lift up your hands and put them on the wall." 60

Sandy did as she was told, moaning as her aching muscles complained. The man took hold of one wrist and attached it to a ring about a foot above her head. He then took her other wrist and did the same, so that she was standing in a 'Y' shape against the wall. 61

"Just wait there" chuckled Stalker. "I'll be back soon." 62

The cold of the wall was seeping into Sandy's bones while she waited; but she didn't mind, the longer the man toying with her stayed away the better. 63

After a while Sandy heard the man return, but he didn't move close and didn't say anything. Then, CRAAAACK! and a hot stripe of pain cut across her back. Sandy screamed and writhed in agony. Again and again the lash fell across her back and shoulders and Sandy screamed and screamed ... 64

Stalker's heart was pounding fast as he watched the woman dance and jerk beneath his expertly wielded whip. The sight of the welts being raised on her pale skin was beautiful to him, a sign of his power and control. He carefully aimed the whip to produce regular parallel welts across Sandy's shoulders and smiled to himself at his artistry. 65

Slowly Sandy became accustomed to the cutting pain of the whip. In a strange way the caress of the lash had eased the pain in her shoulders, loosening the muscles that had been immobilised for so long by the wrist restraints. The metronomic regularity seemed hypnotic; Sandy stopped struggling and stood receiving her punishment. Her body seemed hyper sensitive, her skin was tingling, even where the lash had not kissed her, and every breath seemed to stroke her chest on it's way out. Sandy's head lolled from side to side as she drifted off, away from the real world, away from the cellar, until the universe was encompassed by her body. The stroke of the lash seemed to be coming from further and further away, each time it landed on her shoulders it moved her further away into some parallel plane of existence. 66

Stalker stopped whipping the beautiful woman in front of him. She stood relaxed against the wall, not moving, not making a sound. He moved closer and ran a hand over her bloody shoulders; she shuddered, but made no sound. With awful gentleness Stalker caressed the welts, each feather-light touch causing a ripple of exquisite torment to run through the body of his captive. 67

Stalker leaned close to Sandy's ear and whispered "You have done well." 68

Stalker left the cellar for a few moments and returned dragging a mattress. He threw it into the middle of the cellar and returned to Sandy. 69

"Because of your compliance to my will I'll let you sleep comfortably tonight." 70

Sandy didn't reply; she was still in that other place far, far away. Stalker undid the shackles on Sandy's wrists and guided her hands down to her sides. He lead her in silence to the mattress and eased her down onto it. Without another word he left the cellar and closed the door. 71

The lights went out. 72

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Sandy awoke in darkness once more. Her whole body ached, her back was on fire; and yet, strangely she was at peace. Something inside her had relinquished all responsibility for herself. She was now completely in the power of her captor. She knew that his next visit would bring more pain; and yet she found herself anticipating it, needing the contact, the attention ... 74

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As Stalker watched Sandy on his PC, he could sense the change in her, see the calm stillness within her. The transformation delighted him, made him hard once more as he contemplated the next stage of her training. 76

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Stalker switched on the lights a few minutes before he re-entered the cellar. When he did step across the threshold he found Sandy sitting cross legged on the mattress. 78

"Get off of the mattress and kneel there." 79

Stalker pointed towards the corner of the cellar and the slender brunette did as she has told; she knelt as instructed, her eyes held down, awaiting her orders. 80

Stalker moved close to the naked woman and smiled appreciatively when he saw the purple and red welts across the soft pale skin. He ran his finger nails down Sandy's back providing a sharp but sensuous counterpoint to the earlier whipping. 81

Stalker moved in front of his plaything and drew down the zip on his black leather trousers. 82

"Take it out." 83

With trembling hands Sandy took out the already stiff prick. 84

"Suck it." 85

Sandy leaned forward and took the shiny glans into her hot mouth and sucked gently. Slowly she drew more of the throbbing meat into her mouth, sucking, licking. 86

Stalker looked down at his captive and almost came; but this time he wanted more than just Sandy's mouth. 87

"Stand against the wall, your arms and legs spread." 88

Sandy relinquished her hold on his prick and took up her position. Stalker moved up behind and, in a parody of frisking her, ran his hands all over her body. He finished with his fingers between her legs and was pleased that she was wet and slippery already. 89

Sandy stood waiting, her whole body was shivering in anticipation. Stalker touched her hip and she gasped; his hard prick nudged against her pussy and she moaned; he drove home and she screamed. 90

Stalker held on to Sandy's slender waist as he fucked her hard and fast from behind. With each thrust she was forced against the rough wall, the cold cement teasing her erect nipples. Harder and harder he thrust, no longer capable of prolonging the pleasure. 91

Bellowing, Stalker shot jet after jet of his hot sperm deep into Sandy's hot clasping pussy as he hung onto her. 92

Sandy's legs nearly buckled as she began to come too; an orgasm washed over her sending her crashing over the other side like a surfer riding that perfect wave. She writhed against the wall, reveling in the roughness against her sensitive skin. 93

Stalker slowly regained his breath and slipped his penis from its hot wet home. He stepped back a pace and watched as Sandy slowly came down from her orgasm. He touched her back and she shuddered. 94

"Clean me" he ordered. 95

Sandy turned and dropped to her knees. Worshipfully she took the semi-hard glistening cock into her mouth and sucked it free of their combined juices. Then, giving it a soft kiss, she tucked it back inside Stalker's leather trousers and pulled up the zip. 96

Stalker smiled down at Sandy and touched her head softly. 97

"You have done very well. You can sleep again now." 98

Sandy was almost in a hypnotic trance as she moved back to the mattress. She lay down, closing her eyes and was instantly asleep. 99

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It was a long time later that Sandy finally awoke. The lights were on in the cellar and she could see her clothes, neatly piled by the door. She struggled to her feet and over to the clothes, slipping them on over her aching limbs. She winced as the dress caught on the raised welts on her back. There was a bar of chocolate placed beside the clothes; Sandy tore open the wrapper and wolfed it down as quickly as she could to assuage the empty feeling in her belly. 101

Running her fingers through her hair, Sandy stepped out of the cellar and climbed the stairs, entering the brightly lit kitchen. She walked through the kitchen and down the pastel coloured passage towards the bedroom. Passing an open doorway she saw her husband sitting on the sofa nonchalantly reading a newspaper. 102

“Oh, hi darling. You’re back …” He gave no indication at all that anything out of the ordinary had happened. 103

“Yes my love, I’m just going to take a shower and then I’ll come and cook dinner.” 104

“Okay.” 105

Gerry Stalker watched his wife as she walked towards the bedroom and smiled to himself. Life was good.106