Kidnapped - Sex Stories

Kidnapped

... Our eyes met and she looked away. My heart leapt for joy, she felt shame for what was happening.

She put the tray on a rolling desk, and wheeled it over beside the bed. Reaching up, she removed the cuffs off my right hand.

Again, our eyes met, and this time she spoke. "Are you all right?"

"I just need to know what's happening. Why am I here?"

"I'm not supposed to talk to you. Jeremy ain't gonna be happy if I talk to you."

Her voice sounded so warm, she spoke slowly with a slight accent. "I'll leave your right hand free so you can feed yourself. I'll be back in about half an hour, and I'll dress your wounds. Please. Don't hurt yourself."

She was gone before I could say anything else. Damn, the food looked as good as it smelled. It tasted even better, maybe because I was starving hungry. Normally, I pick away at my food, always worrying about the calories. Today, I left the plate empty, apart from some bones.

The woman's clothes had been clean, but hardly fashionable. An apricot smock finishing just above the knee, her fluffy brown slippers were well worn and tatty. Her fingernails were odd lengths, no polish. She had never had a manicure, that's for sure.

She returned a while later, bringing in a soda. I called her petite, but it was more like waifish. She was skinny, her legs long in proportion to the rest of her torso.

She smelled of cheap perfume, her eyes though, so warm and inviting. She moved the tray, then sat on the bed. "let me attend to ...

... those cuts." She worked easily. "Ouch." I gasped as the iodine dabbed on the abrasions.

"Sorry." she whispered sincerely. Elastoplast, then a small bandage. "Would you like to go to the toilet, before I put the hand cuffs back on?"

I shook my head, but couldn't hold back the tears. "Why am I here. What's this all about. Please, I don't understand."

With a tissue in her hand, she wiped away my tears, drying my cheeks. "Honey, I'm not supposed to say anything. You're gonna be safe, I promise."

"How can you say that?"

"I promise, as soon as we get the money. We're gonna let you go."

"Money..." I gasped. "Is this a ransom, have I been kidnapped?"

She wiped away some locks of my hair that had fallen across my face. "You'll be okay honey. We don't want to hurt you."

The big burly guy from earlier barged in, muttering angrily. "God damn it, I darn well told you not to talk to her."

"Sorry, I was just trying to make her feel better."

I watched as they exchanged glances, she looked contrite, whereas he looked irritated. "Pick up the damn tray and get out." He barked.

They both left together, leaving me confused. Why would they think I was worth kidnapping. My husbands family were wealthy, but not rich enough to warrant this. I wondered how big a price they put on my head.

Oh god, this wasn't going to end well. I was safe she said. As soon as they get the money they were going to let me go.

Grant, my husband. Hah, what a laugh, husband my ass. We had ...