Kidnapped

Corri Bonds left the classroom later than usual for a Friday. She had stayed to correct the spelling tests from her fourth grade class. She wanted to get them out of the way so that she would have time to spend with her boyfriend, Koban, over the weekend. They were planning to go down to visit her mother in Kentucky. It was not a trip the young school teacher was looking forward to. Her anxieties were growing as she thought about it. She doubted that her choice of a companion would be met with approval. Her perfectionist mother would surely pick Koban apart. She was stressing out just thinking about the rain of criticism which she anticipated pouring down on her in the inevitable phone call after the meeting.

As she was leaving the building, she noticed a man standing by the curb looking at her. She looked away and walked away. As she did he came over to her.

“Hey there little girl, you got a light?”

She looked at the man with disdain. “No sir, I don’t, I don’t smoke.” She walked away again.

“Oh, c’mon now Corri Ann, there’s no need to be that way, after all I’m just looking for a light for my cigarette.”

Corri turned and looked at him again. “How do you know my name?”

“Oh, I know quite a lot about you actually. I know you’re cute and innocent and you got a great pair of legs and those are all things I really like.”

She looked at him more closely. He was dressed in a ragged black raincoat with the collar raised up around his neck. He was in his early forties but his unshaven face and disheveled appearance made him look older. He had an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth.

“Sir, I am not interested. Leave me alone!” She again walked away, this time with the determination not to respond to him again.

“Sure thing, baby. Whatever it is you want, I’ll give it to you.”

Corri quickened her pace as she crossed the street. She wanted to get out of the sight of this repulsive looking man as soon as possible. Turning a corner a couple of blocks away, she began to relax. She had a long walk ahead of her but it was a nice day so she didn’t mind so much. Her Porsche was in the shop until Tuesday. Her thoughts drifted off to the weekend plans as she made her way through the parks area. She decided to take a shortcut through the woods, a primitive path that cut a few minutes time off the walk. It was just starting to get dark.

Halfway down the path Corri stopped to get a stone out of her shoe. As she was shaking it out, she glanced behind her. About a hundred yards back she could see the man in the black raincoat walking toward her. Corri’s heart started pounding. The man was frightening enough on a public street but on a deserted path in the woods, he was terrifying. Corri hurriedly put her shoe back on and started walking at a very fast pace. Looking back it was clear that not only was she not getting away but he was actually catching up. Corri started to run. She wanted to scream but with no one else around it would be useless. At the bottom of a steep hill she took a detour across a short wooden bridge over the creek which flows past the abandoned mill. It was unusual for Corri to go through the millyard but she wanted to be out of the woods as fast as possible.

Upon reaching the pavement, the frantic teacher looked back again. The man was gaining ground. He too was running. Corri sprinted as fast as she could. She wanted to get around the edge of the old brick building so that she would be out of his sight. Rounding the corner, she was moving between two vacant buildings, the mill and the boarded up power plant. Looking back she could see that the man had yet to come around the corner. Corri ducked into an alley that separated the two sections of the power plant. She crouched down under a set of metal stairs and hid under the lowest step. She listened intently. A few seconds later she heard the footsteps of her pursuer go by.

Her ploy had worked. He would now be in a situation where he would have to choose between several different paths to take. Corri hoped he would end up thinking he had taken the wrong choice and give up. But she was taking no chances. She decided to stay put for awhile, at least an hour. Only then would she venture back out. She looked at her watch. It was 6:30. She vowed not to move until 7:30. She was very frightened but relieved because she had outwitted her stalker.

After about ten minutes she heard footsteps in the alley.

“Corri Ann, you in here? Hey girl, you there? Come out, come out wherever you are! Yoo hoo, you there little princess?”

Corri’s heart pounded harder and faster than it had ever pounded before in her life. The man was only a few feet away. Corri was as still as a stone.

“Could you be here? Is it possible?” There was a long pause. “Oh well, I guess not.”

The footsteps faded out as the man left the alley. Corri calmed herself down. She waited. She wanted to be sure he was long gone before coming out of her hiding spot. She checked her watch frequently. At 7:40 she squeezed out from under the stairs. It was pitch black in the alley. Corri moved slowly back toward the mill. She was scared but determined. Reaching the corner she peeked out slightly and looked both ways. There was no sign of him. She moved along the edge of the power plant wall. At the next corner she crossed over and walked next to the mill. At the end of the building she would enter the front millyard where it would then be only another fifty yards or so to the safety of the well lit street. As she neared the end Corri felt safe again.

The moment she cleared the corner of the building he was upon her. He ran into her with a force that lifted her off the ground and knocked the wind out of her. He carried her a few yards and slammed her into the side of his white cargo van. He pinned her and covered her mouth. Corri was absolutely helpless as his great strength overwhelmed her. The man was breathing heavily. He was in a very agitated state.

“All right, little girl, I got you. You thought you could get away, but now I have you. You’re gonna do it my way now, do you understand?”
Unable to speak, Corri could only look at the man with wide open terrified eyes. He pulled the girl forward and then smashed her back into the van.

“Do you understand?” His voice was strained and angry. Corri let out a muffled response and was able to nod her head very slightly to show her assent. As she did he dragged her to the back of the van. Quickly opening the doors, he threw her in. Corri bounced and slid a few feet. He jumped in and grabbed her by the hair. In an instant he applied duct tape to her mouth. Pinning her to the floor, he pulled both her arms behind her back. In a flash her hands were tied. Just as quickly her legs were skillfully bound. In less than two minutes she was completely subdued.

“Lay still, bitch, we’re going for a ride.”

With that the cargo doors were slammed shut. Her abductor got in behind the wheel and started off. Corri lay on the cargo floor, paralyzed with fear. She was not able to move at all. The ropes were very tight. She was desperately trying to breathe in enough air through her nose but it was difficult as her quivering body gasped for more oxygen. She was a prisoner. And as bad as her situation was, she was afraid that it was only going to get worse. Much worse.

The ride took twenty minutes but for the hapless girl it seemed much longer. The driver was obviously in a hurry. He seemed to be speeding. Corri thought that perhaps the cops might notice but the siren never came. Going around corners Corri slid on the floor of the van. As there was no way to brace herself she hit the walls each time. She tried to struggle against the ropes but the knots had been skillfully and securely tied. Escape was not a possibility. Finally the van came to a stop. Corri heard the sound of a garage door opening. As
the vehicle pulled in a new and stronger fear came over her. This apprehension grew as the door shut. H
er kidnapper got out and went into the house. Corri was left alone in the darkness for several minutes. The waiting brought her to a panicked state. She wondered if she could endure much more.

Corri Ann jerked backwards as the cargo doors were flung open. She tried to place herself out of reach but the attempt was in vain. Her kidnapper easily reached for her feet and dragged her down. At the edge he grabbed her by the hair with one hand and by the rope tied around her legs with the other. He picked her up like a piece of baggage and carried her across the garage and up a flight of stairs into the house. In the living room the man leaned Corri against the wall. He held an object up near her face. She was startled and frightened as the shaft of the switchblade knife popped up in front of her eyes.

“You do what I say and the only thing I’ll be cutting is rope. Do you understand?”

Corri shook her head up and down. She urgently tried to answer with a “yes” but it was muffled by the duct tape which still held her mouth shut.

“Good, then there’s no reason we shouldn’t be able to get along quite well then.”

The man lowered the knife and quickly severed the rope which held Corrie’s legs together. Moving higher he sliced the knots which bound her hands. It felt good to be unrestrained but this relief was temporary. The man spun Corrie around. Throwing the knife aside he grabbed the front of the teacher’s blue dress and ripped it open from the neck down. The metal buttons flew off bouncing on the hardwood floor. The dress was quickly and forcefully pulled down off her shoulders and dropped to the floor where it was kicked aside. Reaching behind her he grabbed her black bra on both sides of the clasps and tore it open. Corri desperately tried to push the man away but this seemed only to increase his wanton desire. He grabbed her by the throat pushing her against the wall until she stopped the struggle. Reaching down he viciously tore off her flame red panties as if the bright color angered him in some way, setting off some malicious primal impulse in his brain. Finally, he grabbed the corner of the duct tape and yanked it off in one quick motion. The skin around Corri’s mouth was stinging hot but she was glad to be able to breath through her mouth again. But even this respite was short lived. Forcing his mouth onto hers he pressed her head and body back into the wall using all his strength and weight to squeeze his victim. Corri felt as though she was suffocating as his tongue penetrated deep into her mouth. Her lips were bruised from the great pressure as he rolled his mouth back and forth against hers. Both of them were breathing heavily and loudly from the struggle. His hands were all over her body finally coming to rest on her breasts which he gripped strongly in his large hands. He pinched her nipples, crushing them between his vicelike fingers. Corri squealed in pain but the relentless assault continued. The man began to move his hips and grind his crotch into her.

Unable to draw a full breath, Corri felt herself getting dizzy. As she was coming close to feinting, her body went limp. The man backed off as Corri collapsed to her knees. He grabbed her by the hair to keep her from falling over. Holding her up, he pulled her thick red hair ever harder. The pain brought her back to full consciousness. Her tormentor then dragged her by her hair across the wood floor into the dining room. He picked her up and laid her across the dining room table. Pulling out two pieces of white rope, he again demonstrated his proficiency by quickly tying both of Corri’s hands to a heavy chair at the head of the table.
Using a black silk scarf as a blindfold, he wrapped it around her head insuring that all she could see was darkness. The helpless woman laid on the table, awaiting his next move.

It didn’t come. There was a dead silence in the room. It was as if the man had vanished. She felt he was close by but she could not hear him. Minutes passed by at an incredibly slow pace. The tension was unbearable. Corri began to squirm. She pulled hard on the ropes but to no avail. As the waiting continued she began to cry. Finally, reaching a breaking point, she screamed out; “NO, NO, STOP THIS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? PLEASE STOP THIS!”
She let out a scream when she felt the touch of his fingertips on her body. “YOU BASTARD, LET ME GO!”

“Shhhhh…..quiet”.

His lips touched hers. Unlike before he was now being as gentle as possible. He kissed her with a featherlike softness which contrasted sharply with the forced circumstances she was in. His passionate touch was like that of an adoring paramour who is in awe of the beauty of his lover’s body, worshipping it most tenderly. In a slow deliberate manner he kissed her face and upper body. He drew circles around her nipples with his tongue, withholding the pleasure from her until they were taut and ready. And indeed, despite Corri’s trepidation, she began to succumb to the sensual talents of this man who had abducted her. She found herself becoming increasingly aroused by his skills, although she made an effort to disguise it. But when he dipped below the waistline he began an erotic torture which had a tumultuous effect on the young woman. With his tongue extended he drew wet circles all around her clit. He would come very close but not touch it. Corri ached for relief but said nothing. Only her heavier breathing belied her desire. Sensing her increasing need, he would move lower to her inner thighs. The smooth silky skin in that area was the most sensitive on her body. The tension was multiplied as he licked, sucked, and nibbled. This was followed by more tantalizing circles around her deprived clitoris. Corri began to lose control. Despite her efforts at restraint she began to moan and squirm on the table. Eventually she began to beg for relief with a despondent tone of voice, “Please, please,……do it please, please.” Yet still the man continued with this game of tactile deprivation. On and on he went repeating the process over and over until his victim was in a frenzied almost psychotic state. Then he suddenly buried his face into her throbbing pussy. Corri reacted with a tremendous explosion which progressed into a long series of pulsating orgasms. She screamed loudly as he continued to voraciously eat her. After several minutes she fell quiet and still as the mind bending force of the many orgasms numbed her into a state of blissful unconsciousness.

The chilling sensation of ice cold water dripping on her shoulders and neck brought Corri back to life. She was now on the floor, tied by her hands to the oaken footboard of a king size bed. It took her a moment to adjust to her surroundings. The bedroom was large. There were numerous cinnamon scented candles burning throughout the room. The flickering flames reflected off the walls giving a warm glow to the room. Corri looked over her shoulder. The man was behind her. He was naked except for the medieval black leather hood which covered his head. Only his dark eyes were visible through the mask. She also noticed that he had a large erection.

“Welcome back Miss Bonds. You were out for a bit so I had to drip the cold water on you to wake you up. Sorry about that but I’m not finished with you.”

“Please let me go!”

“No, no…..come now Corri Ann, that wouldn’t be fair, would it? After all, I haven’t had my fun yet. It’s my turn now little girl. Now, get up on your knees, in the doggie style position. That’s it. Reach up and grab the top of the footboard.”
Corri complied with his orders. She had never felt so vulnerable.

“Now, get your ass up higher in the air! Higher! Now!”

The prisoner arched her back downward to make her butt as high as possible.

“Very good! Let us begin!”

With that the black leather paddle came crashing down hard on Corri’s left cheek. She groaned and lurched forward. The next whack hit her right cheek. The hot searing pain caused her to gr
ab the bedframe with all her strength. She closed her eyes and gritted her
teeth as the onslaught continued in a methodical fashion. After eight whacks he stopped and rubbed her burning red skin. Corri began to cry very softly but audibly. The man continued with eight more spanks of increasing hardness. Each one stepped up the intensity of the heat which was spreading through her body, enveloping her in a warm, numbing glow which eradicated the boundaries between pain and pleasure. Corri was in a zone where there was no thought, only sensation. The experience was all that existed. It became reality. After number 16 he again stopped to rub her ass. The girl was no longer crying but uttering senseless gibberish. The soothing rubdown had no effect as the skin could no longer feel soft touch. He picked the paddle up again. The last six were extremely hard. Corri let out squeals which came from the depths of her being. White hot light flashed in her brain. After the 22nd whack he threw the paddle aside.

“There, that’s the birthday spanking I’m sure you never received. Consider it my gift to you. Now, for my pleasure!”

Stepping aside for a moment he pushed two buttons on the stereo next to the bed. Returning to Corri he issued one more loud command;

“GET YOUR ASS UP HIGH, NOW!”

The teacher could only obey. As she raised up for the final time he slid his throbbing hard-on into her ass. Corri gasped loudly at this unexpected intrusion. At the same moment the stereo came on blaring out Jim Morrison singing “Back Door Man”. He took great pleasure singing along while fucking to the hard rhythmic beat of the song. Driving his cock into her ass with deep penetrating strokes, Corri became nothing more than a receptacle for his powerful plunges. As the song reached it’s maximum crescendo the man humped harder to achieve his own climax. Corri felt his ejaculation deep inside her, triggering her own juices to flow. As the stereo fell quiet all that was heard was the passionate heavy grunting of their shared orgasms.

After cutting the ropes he lifted her exhausted body onto the bed. He laid down next to her putting his arm around her.

“Well…….how was that?”

“Oh god, it was perfect, absolutely perfect. Thank you so much, it was exactly what I needed. It was better than my fantasy. Thank you Master.”

“Good, I’m glad you liked it. Believe me, I did too. Now, let’s get a little sleep. We got a long drive tomorrow, or should I say, in a few hours.”

“Yes, thank you, Sir.”

Koban scooted up closer, his body pressing against hers. Holding her tight he put his lips to her ear, whispering softly, “You are beautiful.”

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  1. WonderWoman711 says:

    Wonderful story telling…simply wonderful…the best I’ve read on this site…Although, I’d thought at one point it was role playing…your story caught me off guard. Thanks

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  2. nymph says:

    your stories are amazing—-more?

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