Kidnapped - Sex Stories

Kidnapped

... been estranged for over twelve months. We no longer slept together. We led separate lives. The only reason we were still together was he begged me to stay for the money.

He was tied, as was I to a prenup. His parents were so worried about his earlier playboy status, that when he announced our wedding, his parents were ecstatic, but also worried. If we didn't stay together at least five years we would lose the very expensive apartment they gifted us. Grant was worried, if we did divorce. His father would be so angry he would probably lose his job and his inheritance.

Our marriage, at first everything had been so wonderful. Grant was generous, kind and loving. Slowly though, that changed. The signs appeared.

I didn't want to believe it. At first I refused to give the rumors any credence. But as my concerns grew. I took steps. It wasn't hard. I caught the bastard cheating. I should have listened to all my friends who warned me that guys like him never change. I guess I was blind, I was definitely in love.

When I told him I was leaving, he broke down and begged me to stay. He promised to change his errant ways, and against my better judgment decided to stay.

That turned out to be a big mistake, I caught him again only weeks later. That's when I realized, he would never change. He was a serial cheater. It pained me to admit, my friends were right. Love wasn't going to win.

That was going to be the last time he cheated on me. I decided enough was enough. I was ...

... leaving. He was stubborn though, and he tried to convince me to stay. We argued back and forth, I was so angry I just wanted out. That's when the bastard offered me the proposition. If I stayed and saw out the five year term of the prenup, we would sell the house and split the money. I hated the idea, but ashamedly, let him talk me into it.

When I considered my current situation, I laughed. He probably wouldn't pay a ransom, he would hope they killed me. My only savior would be his parents.

What a terrible situation. If I tell them they're wasting their time, they will probably just kill me. The woman though, she sounded nice, her eyes... they were friendly, warm and loving.

God, why did they choose me, we weren't that wealthy?

Time slipped by as I tried to get my head around what to do. Pondering my circumstances, I didn't hear the approach.

The door opened, and the woman entered. "Do you still need to go to the toilet before I turn the lights off?"

"Yes please." I replied.

She slipped the hood back over my head, undid the cuffs, helped me up and led me down the passageway. I felt her hands on my hips guiding me to the toilet.

"I'll just be out side the door if you need me."

Blast, she sounded so pleasant. Her voice was like melted toffee dripping over marshmallow. I heard her close the door, and stretched my hands to lift the hood. It was an old house, really high walls, painted wooden planks. Old hanging light with no shade. The bath had a shower ...