Kidnapped - Sex Stories

Kidnapped

This is I'm afraid a long story, and self edited. There will be mistakes. If grammar is important to you, then perhaps this one isn't for you. If you do stick it out. I hope you find a small level of enjoyment.

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Oh god it felt good to be out of the house. The fresh air filling my lungs my legs stretching out. I loved my evening run. After a hard day in the office, it was just what I needed. With my muscles now warmed, I stretched a little harder. Oh god yes, that felt good. My worries easing with every stride, the stresses of the job fading. What had been a fairly shitty day was now starting to feel a whole lot better.

With Chelsea Williams, new album echoing around my head, the new headphones, damn they were a good deal, so much better than my old el-cheapo's.

There weren't many people out today, I felt like I had the road to myself, under Glade Arch, I had to zig zag around a few people coming into the park. I was on the home stretch now, through the stone gate, out onto 5th Avenue. I turned right, past Sabretts hot dog stand.

Enjoying the freedom of light traffic, I managed to keep reasonable pace. Approaching East 74th street, I was about to cross, but my world exploded into turmoil. I heard the screeching tires even with the headphones. Twisting my head to the sound of the screeching. Blackness engulfed me. "Hey, what the fuck!" I screamed into the burlap sack now covering my head. Arms grabbed me as I kicked out frantically. "Help!" I screamed ...

... again. "Somebody help me."

I felt the world go wonky as I was hoisted high and thrown. I felt the pain as my hips collided with something, a vehicle Must be big, a van. I reasoned as I kicked and flailed my arms.

"Hey, help, help me." I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Help me." I tried to kick whoever had me, Just then the vehicle sped off at speed. I felt the hefty weight of somebody crashing down on top of me. The wind driven from my lungs.

Trapped on my back I couldn't move. "Stop fucking squirming you bitch." I heard somebody yelling, then I tasted something cold on my lips, and the world went black. The obsidian world of unconsciousness enveloping me.

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Why did my head hurt? I groaned. My eyes fighting the heavy weight holding them closed. My mind mushy and thick.

Slowly I wrestled my eyes open. God, why did I feel so drowsy, my eyes squinting painfully at the intrusion of what felt like blinding light. My mind working like a machine slowly coming to life. It was slow though, like walking through a deep snowfall. Flashbacks slowly trickled in, memories. The van... startled at the recollections, I tried to sit up, but couldn't move.

My hands were handcuffed to a steel bedhead, my feet to the base. I wriggled until the pain proved that was a wasted exercise. The harder I snatched and pulled on the cuffs. All I got for that effort was more pain, and now there was blood seeping from a cut the handcuffs opened on my wrists.

I lay back on the bed, my ...