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Jenna's Kidnapping
By Fiesty
Jenna always preferred her sex to be rough, but never could she
make it to be as spontaneous and dangerous as she craved. She had deep
and dark desires that her former vanilla partners could not seem to
meet. This left her longing to fulfill her lustful desires. But, how
was she to meet men who would help her attain this? The men that she
would normally meet at work, or at normal get togethers would think of
her as a slut, whore, or insane. So, she kept all of this in for many
years. It was not until she got an online account with chat room
features did her possibilities open up. She finally realized that there
was an entire group of people out there that felt the same way she did.
She felt connected not only by the information super highway, but
spiritually as well. She could not wait to reach out and literally
touch someone or have him or her touch her. She thought to herself,
perhaps now, she would really let her fingers do the talking.
It was a day like any other day. Work was work, and the time
seemed to drag on. Jenna had a hard time focusing on work that day.
She knew sitting on her desk at her apartment was her brand new
computer. She had a friend install everything she needed to get going
with her new life on-line. Although she did not let on to her friend
what she needed the online account for. That was her little secret. It
was her connection out of her day-to-day life, and her chance to finally
encounter those that would not judge her. She knew nothing of real life
communities out there, and she was taking her own leap of faith that she
would be safe. But, little did she know some were truly as dangerous as
she wanted her sex to be. So, after work she rushed home to have her
first online connection. She could not contain herself. She wanted it
all!
After her dinner, she got out of her day clothes and took a steamy
hot shower to help her relax. She even put on a lace teddy with
matching panties to set the mood for herself. She even lit some candles
that filled the room with a glow, and erotic scents. She was in her own
little world now. Where she could be anyone she wanted to be. She then
logged on, and it prompted her to create a screen name. Then she
wondered who did she want to be? What type of screen name would give
her the best results? She then fingered her pussy and massaged her
breast to help her prepare for her new life. She knew she wanted to be
a submissive little slut, but what name? Why not go for something
simple yet telling? She then chose the name subslut. She went on to
create a profile telling all who were interested, what her interests
were. A woman who wanted to be treated like a slut, and by the most
domineering of men possible. She was a woman with a mission and her
mind was now completely focused on her decadent task. And to think she
hated typing classes in school.
With that all done, she saw the feature that said chat rooms, and
she clicked on it. But, where to go from here? She saw many different
types of rooms. From support groups to recipe rooms to religious
rooms. Nah, she can get to those down the road. Right now, she needed
to find her room! One room seemed to stand out now, it was a room
called, RuthlessMen4sluttywomen. She shouted, "that's it!" She then
clicked on the button to get into that room, and the rest would be her
future and history. Almost immediately, she was getting private
messages, and people's attention when she came into the room. She knew
the type of man she wanted, and was bound to get him. Knowing full well
she would want to be bound by him. It was like karma when this man
approached her in private chats as well as in the room, that she had
found her Prince of Darkness. In fact his screen name was
DarkIntoLight. She was intrigued by his screen name and wanted to know
what it meant. He said simply by experiencing the dark side of our
souls we are able to then see the light of what makes us unique. She
loved that philosophy. She told him about her cravings to be ravished,
and the many fantasies that she has had. Her ultimate was to be
kidnapped, and forced to perform the most decadent of sexual acts. They
seemed to hit it off. They exchanged pictures, and both liked what they
saw in each other. Since both were attractive. And the best possible
scenario came into being, they lived near each other. So they agreed to
meet. He then asked her if her pussy was shaved. She thought this odd,
but answered no. He told her to leave it that way, for he would be the
one to shave it off. She liked that. He was already taking command of
her. He told her that he would then contact her by email when and where
they were to meet. She agreed, and then she logged off. Jenna was
beside herself now. She felt connected to her inner self, and could not
wait to meet this man. She then forced herself to get some sleep. But,
first she needed to cum badly. So, she masturbated and fell fast
asleep.
When she awoke in the morning, she got out of bed, and made herself
some coffee. The sun was shining, and she sat by the window drinking up
both the sun and her coffee. Life was good she thought. She tried to
imagine how this man would use her, and her excitement built. She then
went over to her new computer and logged on. She saw she had some
emails already. Some were junk, and others were from other people
interested in her. But, the only one she was interested in was the man
called DarkIntoLight. When she saw the email from him, her heart
jumped. And it was not the coffee that was doing it this time. She saw
the subject line, "To My Future pet", and she literally became wet. She
then went on to read the text. It stated that on this date, at 9PM, she
was to be at this spot wearing a black skirt, an almost see through
white blouse with no bra underneath. She was to wear black stockings,
and pumps. And around her neck a red silk scarf. She luckily had all
of these items in her wardrobe. And he said to remember not to shave
her pretty little pussy. She would obey this man who would command
her. She noticed that the date of their meeting was tonight. She was
literally excited, and could not wait. She then called in sick to
work. She wanted to rest up for her first meeting with this man. She
wanted her complete focus on him, and wanted to be well rested. She
then typed back that she would be at the meeting spot, and logged off.
She called in sick, and faked the best cough she knew how. They bought
it! She then went back to bed for a little bit not knowing that he
would log on to let her know that the date was incorrect. Hoping she
would log back on to see it. She never did.
Jenna went shopping that day, and bought for herself scented bubble
bath gel, and the matching lotion. It had an erotic scent to it. She
splurged on some new make up, and had her hair done. She wanted to look
just right for this man. She even bought herself a new pair of
stockings to go along with the sexy black garter belt that she owned.
It had seems up the back. She loved that look. That night she could
barely eat. So, she ate a light meal. Then she got herself ready, and
was out the door. She then drove to the place where they were to meet.
At that point she parked her car and walked to the spot. Little did
she know a van was following her? She did not notice it. Her mind was
only on meeting this man who would take her to new limits and beyond.
Also little did she know that her online man would not be the one to
meet her, but a total stranger. Because DarkIntoLight figured she would
eventually read it that day, and they would make further plans. As she
walked up and down this almost deserted street, she finally noticed the
van. She figured he was already preparing their little game. She
smiled back, and the man driving it came along side of her. He too was
attractive, and almost looked like that picture sent to her. With that
the side door opened up, and she was grabbed, and tossed inside. At
this point she knew something was not right. But, it was too late. She
was immediately hooded, and bound. Her clothes were then cut off. Try
as she might, she screamed, but the sounds were not loud enough to call
attention to this already moving van. With that, she felt someone grab
one of her breasts and pinch her nipple while laughing. "Hey the boss
is sure going to love this one!" Jenna, was panic stricken at this
point. What did he mean the boss? Was this part of the game? Tears
were streaming from underneath the hood. They heard her sobbing, and
they loved it. "Cry all you want, sweetheart. We are not letting you
go. And we love hearing women cry!" The fantasy she so wanted to
obtain had become her worst nightmare. In reality, she was really being
kidnapped. She wanted to try to fight back, but became keenly aware
that because of the way she was bound, she could not. Her nightmare was
only just beginning, and she was deathly afraid. The van traveled for
what seemed like hours, while she laid still. Once in a while she would
feel a hand here and there and probe her. But, never entering her. It
made her skin crawl, but she felt her pussy get wet. The ride for the
most part was silent. The voices of three men that she could make out
paid her no mind. She would get a grope here and there, but no one
talked to her or about her.
The van then went along on some bumpy roads. She gathered that
they must be out of the city and in the country. She wondered just
where were they taking her. She felt the coolness of the van's air, but
because of the hood only blackness prevailed. She was starting to get
achy at this point from being bound in one position. It was becoming a
strain on her, and painful. Finally the van came to a dead stop. She
then heard the van door open up. She was dragged towards to door, and
was then picked up by one of these men. She then heard another voice
say to these men, "the boss wants her put in one of the cells in the
basement. He also wants the hood left on, and her to be shackled to the
wall." She felt herself being carried in the nighttime air and it was
cooler than it was in the city. She could smell the country air even
under the hood. She heard a door open and felt the motion of being
taken down some stairs. She then heard a door open, and felt the
dampness around her. She was untied, and shackled to the walls with a
metal collar around her neck, and cuffs around her wrists. Again she
started to cry, and screamed out, "LET ME GO!" over and over. With
that, she heard the voice of a man say that no one will hear her scream,
so there is no point to it. And again they loved hearing women cry. So
all she could do was to cry. They left her for sometime to get used to
her new surroundings. She then heard the door open up. She meekly
asked if she could go to the bathroom. "All in good time, bitch!" She
then heard an authoritative voice say, "You know the drill, I want her
shaven completely, and yes let the little bitch pee into a bucket before
you do so!" She then heard this man walk away on what sounded like
cobble stones. "Got to pee, bitch?" Jenna said that she did have to.
"Well then get on your haunches and squat like the pig you are, and I
will put a bucket underneath you. Do it fast!" Jenna felt so
humiliated, but had to go very badly. She complied with this command.
She did not want to anger any of these strangers. In reality she was
totally submitting herself to survive. After she peed in the bucket,
she felt the chain to her collar and cuffs detached from the wall. But
the cuffs were locked behind her. They could not chance her running.
But then, where would she run to anyways? The one constant thing left
on was the hood. She wondered if they would take that off. She was
then lead down a hallway.
At a doorway, she heard the man who led her say to another, "Hey
Charlie, I have her here ready for you to work over, and man look at
these tits!" Again she started to cry. "Man are the bosses going to
love this one, she cries so well" With that she was lead over to the
table. She was then lifted onto it. It was cold to the touch, and she
could feel that it was made of metal. Her arms and legs were strapped
to all of the corners, and there she lay spread-eagled. How humiliating
to be this exposed to perfect strangers. "Yeah all of this will have to
go, you know the bosses do not like hair!" She felt many fingers on her
pubic hair. And for the first time, some even probed her both vaginally
and anally. This made her moan and as much as she felt like crying once
again, she was resigned to the probing fingers. "Man is she tight in
both holes!" She heard the man Charlie say. "They will loosen up with
time and use, Charlie" With that both men laughed. She then felt the
warm lather surround her pubic area, and felt a blade going over it.
"There, I am finished, and she is as smooth as a baby's behind! The
bosses are gonna love it!" She felt a tongue lick her pussy, and this
made her shudder, yet made her pussy wet. Strangely, she wanted more.
She wanted to orgasm, and she did. They both laughed, and told her that
in the future that will only happen if she got permission to do so. She
was totally embarrassed by cumming. "Hey, Mike can you take off the
hood now? Seems to me that since she wont be going no where and I have
to do the enema on her, I want to see her face as I do it." With that,
Mike reached for the hood and took it off. Jenna not having seen in a
few hours, her eyes had to squint to get used to the bright lights in
this room. She then took a look at the two men attending her. They
looked like derelicts. This frightened her immensely. They loved the
look of fright in a woman. "Wish we could be the ones to take her,
Charlie" Mike said. With that, Charlie took the lubed hose and stuck it
up her asshole. She pleaded for him not to do so. "Please, please,
please, I will do anything you say, just do not do that!" Again she
started to cry. "You will always be doing what we say and what the
bosses say, so no use in begging us, darling. Besides, the boss likes a
clean hole to use, and we love seeing you squirm as we do this to you!"
She did squirm as she filled up with the warm water. She then felt them
shove a plug up her ass to keep her somewhat tormented. "Hey, Charlie I
sure wish the bosses would let us see her first use, you know where they
initiate her!" Mike was smiling when he said this. "I happen to agree
with ya there, Mike. Nothing like seeing a bitch on all fours being
fucked in both holes at once!" With that, Mike slapped her on the belly
and pinched her tits. She buckled at this. "She should be clean by
this point, lets get her off the table to the hole for her release."
They held her in a squatting position and she released all the enema had
cleaned out of her. How dehumanizing was this? "Well, bitch it is back
on the table for you. You will love what comes next." Jenna thought
what could possibly come next? Haven't they done enough to her
already? Again, this was only the beginning of her slavery to whoever
these bosses were. She meekly got back up on the table, still a little
weak from the enema. Without any commands she spread her legs and
arms. "She is well on her way to being broken, Charlie!" Again, they
both agreed. "Now, darlin seems like you are a bit tight in these
holes." With that she felt the probing fingers again that made her
moan, and become wet. "We got ourselves a good one, Mike!" Charlie
laughed. "She is going to be a good lil pig for the bosses." With
that, Mike walked over to the table with two long and thick dildos.
Jenna knew what they were for. She had seen them in magazines. The
thicker and shorter one was then lubed and shoved up her ass, while the
longer one was shoved up her vagina. She wanted to cum almost at that
point, and was having a hard time not doing so. But, embarrassingly
enough, she did. "Getting them all in while you can, darlin." Charlie
said. "No need to worry around us, bitch for we love to see women cum
and cum, but it is what the bosses have to say is another story." Jenna
was loving the feeling already, but was still frightened for the most
part. "See this contraption, darlin?" as Charlie held up a black box.
"It controls the vibrations of them there plugs in your holes. Over the
next few days them plugs will be working on ya. They will make your
holes used to being used, and to stretch you out some. You see, the
bosses like easy access to their property, and you are that from now
on. Property!" With that, Mike strapped them in place with a chastity
belt. Jenna felt so full at this point. "Now, darlin, I am afraid the
hood will have to go on again. Seems that the bosses want you to only
concentrate on movements of them plugs, and on nothing else. Oh and do
not worry, we shall feed and give you something to drink. Although it
might not be as much as you would want. Got to keep you in a weaken
state for a while." With that, Charlie put the hood back on, and cuffed
her with a chain behind her back. He then placed shackles on her feet
so that she could only take baby steps. She was then lead back to her
cell for who knows how long. Her guess was that these bosses would say
just how long. This time they did not cuff her to the walls, but kept
her in chains though. She lay on the mattress on the floor and started
to whimper. She had no energy right now to cry. Then she felt the
first wave of the vibrating plugs. At first it was slow, then built to
a frenzy, and this pattern went on and on. The constant cumming that
was now occurring was further breaking her down, both mentally and
physically. She tried falling asleep, but the vibrations would wake her
up. This was the first wave of her absolute brainwash into her own
desired decadence. She gave little thought to her world that seemed
like ages ago. Just how long would these people keep her there for?
What would they make her do? The questions along with the cums kept on
coming. Jenna's slavery was only just beginning. Where, no safe words
are to be had.
Disclaimer: The above piece is that of fantasy, and in
no way should be matched should you wish to somehow re-create it for
your own personal scene activities. For it involves a non-consensual
kidnap scene, and does not follow the rules of safe, sane and
consensual.
Author's note: This is the first installment of this saga of
Jenna's Kidnapping. While I have my own creative juices flowing here,
should you have any of your own to use on poor dear, jenna. Please feel
free to contact me at fiestyofli@aol.com I hope that you have enjoyed
this story so far. And please take in the disclaimer above.
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